Time flies, so goes the adage. And more aptly so for the Kenyan people who exactly one year ago went to the polls only to reap unprecedented violence which almost shut the light completely. So one year to day what can we say is the principal trait among Kenyans that saw them escape from near-apocalypse? Resilience and the astuteness to get tough when the going gets rough.
The average Kenyan is one who knows his/her capabilities and often live his life according to his means. This obviously excludes the few scandalous ones who will do anything possible to acquire what they don’t deserve.
Give it to Kenyans for deriving enviable inspiration form adversity. The murderous mayhem during the post election violence (PEV) has seen many countries in Africa descend to points of no return to normalcy.
Add the present global economic meltdown to economic hardship resulting from PEV and you have a perfect picture of a Kenyan merely surviving and NOT living. The squeeze is evident everywhere and in all sectors of life and economy. Many Kenyans would ordinarily forfeit LUXURIES like sugar when prices shoot through the roof. But not when this has touched on the most basic survival staple food UNGA.
Sights of Kenyans boiling wild roots and keeping themselves alive with the threads of salt band water can only be symptomatic of a failed state in denial. Only self-denial can make anybody divorce Kenyans predicament from bad governance and LACK OF LEADERSHIP by example and from in front.
Self destruction
While true Kenyans make the best out of their present predicament, the ruling elite makes sure the gates are selfishly guarded as they scheme on their next move to draw the last drop from the same people paying for their luxuries. Kenyans remain a caged populace at the mercy of an OLD political elite whose every trail is littered with sickening corrupt deals.
All the deafening shouts here about change amounts to e(go)-revolution whose fate is already sealed. You cannot fault smart Kenyans to abuse every epoch thrown at them. The Obama moment is all talk with no commensurate walk. Any meaningful move towards effecting anything different will be promptly and brutally nipped in the bud thanks to archaic legislation which the EATING THIEVES are in no hurry to overhaul.
Guinea’s current predicament best exemplifies a country’s disillusionment with her despotic leaders. Ours is a country run, ruled and ruined by people exclusively concerned with protecting their turf and NEVER addressing issues critical to Kenyans. No wonder we remain in a constant election mood hardly a year after the previous polls.
In the meantime the ruling class perfects their skills at stealing and misallocating resources that would otherwise make a whole difference to all Kenyans. Their collective acts amounts to buying us cheap horrible deodorants that is better not sprayed on a dog. Speak of superlative acts of self-destruction.
Saturday, December 27, 2008
Friday, December 26, 2008
I Had Matumbo For Christmas
Yes folks, and it wasn’t the sizzling gourmet style delicacy you will find at the fabulous Inter-Continental Hotel. In all honesty, it was the regular boiled stuff with minimal onions, a few leaves of dania (cilantro) and a small tea spoon of tomato juice to excite the stew. The anxiously awaited one course meal was complete with my favorite ugali made of the cheaper wanainchi grade flour and a glass of rain water. Water conservation is not just for the rich.
Because it was Christmas, I decided to use my prized utensils. I took out my mabati iron plate and my plastic cup. The plate was special because it was made in China and had this irresistible orange and green floral print on it. It intricately imitated the queen’s china. Today I will be feasting in the presence of majestic flowers. The cup was nothing special; only that I use it to display my affluence when visitors come knocking. The empty half kilogram Blue Band tin is all I need on typical days. I told you I’m environmentally conscious…. so I re-cycle.
Well, the time came to consume my Christmas feast. First, I took off my shirt and loosened my belt. I then closed my door from inside, served my plate and sat down on my three legged stool; ready to reward my stomach and intestines for being patient. I said grace and wished Jesus a happy birthday. My fingers dove into the hot ugali and began the exercise of molding an ugali-spoon. I dipped the ‘spoon’ into my matumbo stew and scooped up what looked like a book or blanket. ‘This was going to be the greatest Christmas ever’, I remember thinking as my ‘spoon’ elevated towards my salivating mouth. The tip of my tongue barely tasted the hot matumbo stew when…. Hodi! Hodi Jirani! Jirani Yupo!!
My first reaction was of course to do a quick mental calculus equation on how I’m going to divide my low grade ugali. I could not pretend I was not home because the matumbo aroma could be smelt about a mile away…. and the flies were as usual fighting each other to come through my one glass window. The evidence of a succulent feast within the walls of my shack was very incriminating. The knocks became louder every five or so seconds. Mwenye nyumba yupo!!
So I put on my shirt and, like Pink Panther, tip-toed in slow motion towards the window by the door. I really had to see the cause of this Christmas day commotion. I had sworn to have the ‘door knocker’ wait for about ten minutes before I acknowledged. I had suffered and gone through great pains to make this feast happen. If someone wanted a share, they too had to suffer. If I peep through the window, the guy on the other side would see my head protruding and would even knock louder. Instead, I chose to peep through the keyhole. What I saw sent a cold chill through my spine.
I tell you folks, on the other side of the keyhole was a shiny belt buckle, proudly inscribed: Utumishi Kwa Wote.
By this time, my knees were giving way and I was no longer sweating. Fellas, Christmas was clearly over.
To cut a long story short, I had to open the door and let the cops have a field day surveying the interior of my shack. I was at pains to explain why I was eating Christmas alone. After terrorizing me in the usual Kenyan way and making sure I had no ‘money safe’ behind a hidden wall, they asked me to reveal where I bought the matumbo. Lying with no reason, I answered back, “Kichwa Tembo Butchery of Fine Meats”. I did not want to reveal the true source of the matumbo…yaani, that I had helped my boss massacre a goat…the tripe was my reward.
In short order, the policemen, in emergency tactics, put on plastic gloves and masks and confiscated my matumbo, together with the floral plate. Bwana! they even took the remaining stuff in the sufuria. Then their leader beckons me aside to tell me that I should feel very happy because the government had saved my life. Apparently, ‘Kichwa Tembo Butchery of Fine Meats’ has been unscrupulously selling donkey matumbo to the unsuspecting public.
So there you have it; the heading of this story is not entirely true either. I almost had matumbo for Christmas.
Because it was Christmas, I decided to use my prized utensils. I took out my mabati iron plate and my plastic cup. The plate was special because it was made in China and had this irresistible orange and green floral print on it. It intricately imitated the queen’s china. Today I will be feasting in the presence of majestic flowers. The cup was nothing special; only that I use it to display my affluence when visitors come knocking. The empty half kilogram Blue Band tin is all I need on typical days. I told you I’m environmentally conscious…. so I re-cycle.
Well, the time came to consume my Christmas feast. First, I took off my shirt and loosened my belt. I then closed my door from inside, served my plate and sat down on my three legged stool; ready to reward my stomach and intestines for being patient. I said grace and wished Jesus a happy birthday. My fingers dove into the hot ugali and began the exercise of molding an ugali-spoon. I dipped the ‘spoon’ into my matumbo stew and scooped up what looked like a book or blanket. ‘This was going to be the greatest Christmas ever’, I remember thinking as my ‘spoon’ elevated towards my salivating mouth. The tip of my tongue barely tasted the hot matumbo stew when…. Hodi! Hodi Jirani! Jirani Yupo!!
My first reaction was of course to do a quick mental calculus equation on how I’m going to divide my low grade ugali. I could not pretend I was not home because the matumbo aroma could be smelt about a mile away…. and the flies were as usual fighting each other to come through my one glass window. The evidence of a succulent feast within the walls of my shack was very incriminating. The knocks became louder every five or so seconds. Mwenye nyumba yupo!!
So I put on my shirt and, like Pink Panther, tip-toed in slow motion towards the window by the door. I really had to see the cause of this Christmas day commotion. I had sworn to have the ‘door knocker’ wait for about ten minutes before I acknowledged. I had suffered and gone through great pains to make this feast happen. If someone wanted a share, they too had to suffer. If I peep through the window, the guy on the other side would see my head protruding and would even knock louder. Instead, I chose to peep through the keyhole. What I saw sent a cold chill through my spine.
I tell you folks, on the other side of the keyhole was a shiny belt buckle, proudly inscribed: Utumishi Kwa Wote.
By this time, my knees were giving way and I was no longer sweating. Fellas, Christmas was clearly over.
To cut a long story short, I had to open the door and let the cops have a field day surveying the interior of my shack. I was at pains to explain why I was eating Christmas alone. After terrorizing me in the usual Kenyan way and making sure I had no ‘money safe’ behind a hidden wall, they asked me to reveal where I bought the matumbo. Lying with no reason, I answered back, “Kichwa Tembo Butchery of Fine Meats”. I did not want to reveal the true source of the matumbo…yaani, that I had helped my boss massacre a goat…the tripe was my reward.
In short order, the policemen, in emergency tactics, put on plastic gloves and masks and confiscated my matumbo, together with the floral plate. Bwana! they even took the remaining stuff in the sufuria. Then their leader beckons me aside to tell me that I should feel very happy because the government had saved my life. Apparently, ‘Kichwa Tembo Butchery of Fine Meats’ has been unscrupulously selling donkey matumbo to the unsuspecting public.
So there you have it; the heading of this story is not entirely true either. I almost had matumbo for Christmas.
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
Is There Really A Government in Kenya?
As you read this there is a biting fuel shortage sweeping right across the country.
The whole thing is a mystery and nobody quite knows what is going on. We know though that fuel prices have been falling for some time. So what is this fuel shortage about? Is it that somebody wants to make more profits or what? Is this yet another "deal" similar to the recent quick-profits-from-maize-at-the-expense-of-the-starving-masses saga? Our investigations are ongoing and we will report back to you soon on what is really happening.
Well the really interesting thing here is that in Somali where there is hardly a government, there is fuel right now. So surely there can't be a government in Kenya at the moment? Not when this fuel shortage has been on for over a week.
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The whole thing is a mystery and nobody quite knows what is going on. We know though that fuel prices have been falling for some time. So what is this fuel shortage about? Is it that somebody wants to make more profits or what? Is this yet another "deal" similar to the recent quick-profits-from-maize-at-the-expense-of-the-starving-masses saga? Our investigations are ongoing and we will report back to you soon on what is really happening.
Well the really interesting thing here is that in Somali where there is hardly a government, there is fuel right now. So surely there can't be a government in Kenya at the moment? Not when this fuel shortage has been on for over a week.
Last few units remaining Christmas special offer for fridges and LCD TVs only for Kumekucha readers.
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Why Kumekucha Isn't Such A Smart Guy
I am making my new year resolutions and I am considering a few key principals.
Let common sense prevail. Everybody will tell you that.
Folks like Dedan Kimathi did not have much of it. I mean what did he achieve? He did not have a good job a career, a nice car. Stuff to admire. He just fought a battle every sensible person knew he would not win. In the end he died, executed and buried in a grave that has never been found to this day. A failure in life. His family to date still suffers living hand to mouth? Can you compare him to such a sensible man as Nicholas Biwott and others? The only thing Kimathi achieved was a better life for millions of Kenyans many of whom were not even born when he died.
Another fellow with absolutely no common sense is Nelson Mandela. I mean the guy spent 27 years in jail. And for what? While he was in there other men had his supuu Winnie Mandela. I mean the guy went into Robeen Island a handful of years before I was born and when he came out I was married with children. The man wasted the best years of his life behind bars. For WHAT???? For zilch, except that he helped end apartheid in South Africa and is still a beacon of hope to many freedom fighters the world over.
So all you good folks who like making noise here, I ask you to consider your new year’s resolutions and pledge to do your part to create a better Kenya--to put your money and heart where your mouth is. Let me point out that those who want to fight for a better Kenya must be without common sense. And I re-dedicate myself to the group without common sense. The guys who care enough about something to gladly die for it. (What kind of stupid guy is that?)
Please enjoy your holidays guys and in-between the nyam choms and merrymaking ask yourself two simple questions for the new year because there is plenty to be done next year.
Question one; Are you a smart guy with plenty of common sense? (If yes stay away from siasa and the fight for a better Kenya.)
Question two: In the rare case that you want to join Kumekucha and others in bringing real change, are you prepared to make sacrifices and perhaps even die for that objective?
Take my advice guys. Enjoy your job, enjoy your family and leave it to the chaps without common sense.
Last few units remaining Christmas special offer for fridges and LCD TVs only for Kumekucha readers.
Let common sense prevail. Everybody will tell you that.
Folks like Dedan Kimathi did not have much of it. I mean what did he achieve? He did not have a good job a career, a nice car. Stuff to admire. He just fought a battle every sensible person knew he would not win. In the end he died, executed and buried in a grave that has never been found to this day. A failure in life. His family to date still suffers living hand to mouth? Can you compare him to such a sensible man as Nicholas Biwott and others? The only thing Kimathi achieved was a better life for millions of Kenyans many of whom were not even born when he died.
Another fellow with absolutely no common sense is Nelson Mandela. I mean the guy spent 27 years in jail. And for what? While he was in there other men had his supuu Winnie Mandela. I mean the guy went into Robeen Island a handful of years before I was born and when he came out I was married with children. The man wasted the best years of his life behind bars. For WHAT???? For zilch, except that he helped end apartheid in South Africa and is still a beacon of hope to many freedom fighters the world over.
So all you good folks who like making noise here, I ask you to consider your new year’s resolutions and pledge to do your part to create a better Kenya--to put your money and heart where your mouth is. Let me point out that those who want to fight for a better Kenya must be without common sense. And I re-dedicate myself to the group without common sense. The guys who care enough about something to gladly die for it. (What kind of stupid guy is that?)
Please enjoy your holidays guys and in-between the nyam choms and merrymaking ask yourself two simple questions for the new year because there is plenty to be done next year.
Question one; Are you a smart guy with plenty of common sense? (If yes stay away from siasa and the fight for a better Kenya.)
Question two: In the rare case that you want to join Kumekucha and others in bringing real change, are you prepared to make sacrifices and perhaps even die for that objective?
Take my advice guys. Enjoy your job, enjoy your family and leave it to the chaps without common sense.
Last few units remaining Christmas special offer for fridges and LCD TVs only for Kumekucha readers.
Sunday, December 21, 2008
It's Beginning To Feel A lot Like The End of An Era
You saw it with your own eyes last week.
First it was the ODM. It ran a picture-perfect coronation of it's handpicked officials at Bomas. It called that charade democracy. Then it was the PNU. Full of incredible energy, it completed the ODM picture by following suit, picking a leadership top-heavy with old men in spite of the healthy presence of the youth and women. That was democracy. If anybody still expects such parties to be avenues for ideological, issue-driven democracy, think again. These parties have become comfortable with tribal politics and the shameless babysitting of mass movements without a discernible purpose other than as vehicles to access state power for the sake of it. If they cared any bit about Kenyans, there wouldn't be Kenyans shedding tears in the IDP camps, others stuck in Uganda, while we celebrate Christmas...a full year later. How can these folks sleep at night?
Like I said last week, Kenyans have now learnt who the real enemies of progress in this nation are. They are aware that they have MPs who don't care about them, who bring home some 250,000 shillings to the constituency every weekend and distribute it...then gladly call it representation. They are aware that their MPs voted not to pay taxes, and are never there for them when the prices of essentials like unga go up, gas/petrol disappears just when we should be heading home for the deserved break, work to curtail press freedoms, and say nothing when Kenyans are clobbered in full view of dignitaries and the international media.
This shall end.
Starting next year, all like-minded Kenyans must come together to actively seek ways to get our country back. We will lay out strategies for lawfully educating Kenyans on the shape and vision of an alternative form of democracy, one where people are elected not because they are Kikuyu or Luo or Kalenjin, but because they have a vision that works for Kenya. We will lay out a blueprint that will detail our progressive politics and answer in numbing detail how we will tackle Kenya's problems when our time comes.
I'm aware that the Odingas and the Mois and the Kenyattas and the Kibakis will do everything in their power to stop Kenya from going the way of an issue-oriented democracy where the nation is paramount, but we will go toe to toe with these oligarchies. We will defeat them and usher in a new era, where the institutions of our nation will be reformed and the nation's leaders made answerable to the people who elected them...in every sense of the word.
So as this year closes down, let's take this deserved break aware that the journey to finally and fully liberate Kenya cannot actively start any later than June next year. June 2009. From where I stand, the mood in Kenya has revealed to me that it's beginning to look a lot like the end of an era in Kenya...the era of big family politics in Kenya. The end of dynasties and birthright politics. The beginning of nation-building, where Kenya doesn't feel like two nations...one called NAIROBI, where the money is and everybody wants to go...the other called KENYA where poverty and hopelessness are turning our sons and daughters into militiamen.
Folks, this is our moment. Let's seize it.
Merry Christmas to Kenyans at home and around the world.
First it was the ODM. It ran a picture-perfect coronation of it's handpicked officials at Bomas. It called that charade democracy. Then it was the PNU. Full of incredible energy, it completed the ODM picture by following suit, picking a leadership top-heavy with old men in spite of the healthy presence of the youth and women. That was democracy. If anybody still expects such parties to be avenues for ideological, issue-driven democracy, think again. These parties have become comfortable with tribal politics and the shameless babysitting of mass movements without a discernible purpose other than as vehicles to access state power for the sake of it. If they cared any bit about Kenyans, there wouldn't be Kenyans shedding tears in the IDP camps, others stuck in Uganda, while we celebrate Christmas...a full year later. How can these folks sleep at night?
Like I said last week, Kenyans have now learnt who the real enemies of progress in this nation are. They are aware that they have MPs who don't care about them, who bring home some 250,000 shillings to the constituency every weekend and distribute it...then gladly call it representation. They are aware that their MPs voted not to pay taxes, and are never there for them when the prices of essentials like unga go up, gas/petrol disappears just when we should be heading home for the deserved break, work to curtail press freedoms, and say nothing when Kenyans are clobbered in full view of dignitaries and the international media.
This shall end.
Starting next year, all like-minded Kenyans must come together to actively seek ways to get our country back. We will lay out strategies for lawfully educating Kenyans on the shape and vision of an alternative form of democracy, one where people are elected not because they are Kikuyu or Luo or Kalenjin, but because they have a vision that works for Kenya. We will lay out a blueprint that will detail our progressive politics and answer in numbing detail how we will tackle Kenya's problems when our time comes.
I'm aware that the Odingas and the Mois and the Kenyattas and the Kibakis will do everything in their power to stop Kenya from going the way of an issue-oriented democracy where the nation is paramount, but we will go toe to toe with these oligarchies. We will defeat them and usher in a new era, where the institutions of our nation will be reformed and the nation's leaders made answerable to the people who elected them...in every sense of the word.
So as this year closes down, let's take this deserved break aware that the journey to finally and fully liberate Kenya cannot actively start any later than June next year. June 2009. From where I stand, the mood in Kenya has revealed to me that it's beginning to look a lot like the end of an era in Kenya...the era of big family politics in Kenya. The end of dynasties and birthright politics. The beginning of nation-building, where Kenya doesn't feel like two nations...one called NAIROBI, where the money is and everybody wants to go...the other called KENYA where poverty and hopelessness are turning our sons and daughters into militiamen.
Folks, this is our moment. Let's seize it.
Merry Christmas to Kenyans at home and around the world.
Images 2008: My Worst Moments Of This Unforgettable Year
God willing, in a few days time we shall all be looking back at the year 2008. One word that I am sure shall be used a lot to describe this year is the word; “unforgettable.” Interestingly this is exactly the way I can best describe 2008 even from a personal point of view.
Still there are some moments and images from 2008 that have refused to leave my mind. Moments that brought tears to my eyes or great anger. I would like to share them with you in this post.
1. Family in Kibera slums having Ugali with salt and water in a country where MPs earn obscene salaries and have refused to have their allowances taxed. Not to mention the obscene fuel guzzling vehicles that move on our roads. There has to be something very wrong in a country where some people have too much and others have too little.
2. Two incidents of people being burnt alive by fellow Kenyans. One was well publicized in Eldoret in a church and the other some Kenyans are still not aware that it even took place. The little known one was in Naivasha.
3. Photographs that could only be published in Kumekucha of piles of bodies at the city mortuary many toddlers and babies can be seen and one very pregnant woman. I keep asking myself what prize is this that is worth so many innocent people dying?
4. Disgraced ECK chair saying that he will not resign because “they have not beaten anybody.” Did the man actually think he was being funny?
5. This next one was hilarious. The man said on national TV and I quote; “If there is one thing that I will not do, I will not resign. I would rather die.” A few days later the same man resigned. Last time I checked Amos Kimunya is still very much alive and preparing to bounce back to the cabinet as Finance minister.
6. Maize meal, the staple food of Kenyans breaks all records and retails at Kshs 130 per 2 kg packet. Big tragedy. Meanwhile some people were wondering why Kenyans cannot eat Chapati if Ugali is too expensive.
7. On Jamhuri day, a solemn day to celebrate the sacrifices of those who were here before us, Kenyans are arrested for wearing black T-shirts. ODM does not organize any protest march like they did when their party was denied a registration certificate.
8. This image makes me want to throw up every time I remember. It is of a smiling Mwai Kibaki and Raila Odinga shaking hands vigorously after the signing of Kofi Anan accord. Do the two men realize how much Kenyans suffered? Dear Hague, please help them realize one day, please make them and others pay one day... soon.
9. Kaburu judge Kriegler tells Kenyans in broad daylight that they did NOT see what they saw last December when he announces that he did not find any evidence of “fiddling” at the vote tallying stage. He adds insult to injury by insinuating that the problem was because returning officers were not given electronic calculators to add up votes.
10. MPs of the 10th parliament hurriedly pass draconian Media Bill as Christmas present to themselves. The whole thing reminded me of Emilio Stanley’s bedroom swearing in ceremony done before the election results were announced later the same evening.
11. Witnessing Kenyans tearing at each other in this blog with sentiments based purely on tribal or party affiliations. And yet any intelligent primary school child knows that politicians in Kenya specialize on drumming up tribal emotions for their own personal gain. When will ordinary Kenyans down there learn if the elite on the web don’t have a clue?
12. Former KCB CEO Terry Davidson being charged with insider trading over a purchase he made of Uchumi shares when a lot of other politically correct “locals” who have made billions from insider trading at the stock exchange go stock free. Yet more proof that in Kenya justice is extremely selective. Little wonder that people kill to get political power.
13. Kenyans lining up to buy Safaricom shares after many warnings from Kumekucha and others to stay away from the shares. The expected quick kill did not materialize of course. Simple law of supply and demand, folks.
14. Stabbing incident in a UK pub over a ODM/PNU political argument. High tension remains in the Diaspora over the silly political groupings created to con Kenyans and make them fight with each other over absolutely nothing.
15. Kiosks demolished in several parts of Nairobi all at the same time and just a few weeks to Christmas illustrating once again the fact that Kenyans in positions of power are some of the most insensitive, ruthless, brutal, selfish “animals” on the planet.
Let’s toast to a better 2009 shall we?
Special offer Christmas offer for fridges and LCD TVs only for Kumekucha readers.
Still there are some moments and images from 2008 that have refused to leave my mind. Moments that brought tears to my eyes or great anger. I would like to share them with you in this post.
1. Family in Kibera slums having Ugali with salt and water in a country where MPs earn obscene salaries and have refused to have their allowances taxed. Not to mention the obscene fuel guzzling vehicles that move on our roads. There has to be something very wrong in a country where some people have too much and others have too little.
2. Two incidents of people being burnt alive by fellow Kenyans. One was well publicized in Eldoret in a church and the other some Kenyans are still not aware that it even took place. The little known one was in Naivasha.
3. Photographs that could only be published in Kumekucha of piles of bodies at the city mortuary many toddlers and babies can be seen and one very pregnant woman. I keep asking myself what prize is this that is worth so many innocent people dying?
4. Disgraced ECK chair saying that he will not resign because “they have not beaten anybody.” Did the man actually think he was being funny?
5. This next one was hilarious. The man said on national TV and I quote; “If there is one thing that I will not do, I will not resign. I would rather die.” A few days later the same man resigned. Last time I checked Amos Kimunya is still very much alive and preparing to bounce back to the cabinet as Finance minister.
6. Maize meal, the staple food of Kenyans breaks all records and retails at Kshs 130 per 2 kg packet. Big tragedy. Meanwhile some people were wondering why Kenyans cannot eat Chapati if Ugali is too expensive.
7. On Jamhuri day, a solemn day to celebrate the sacrifices of those who were here before us, Kenyans are arrested for wearing black T-shirts. ODM does not organize any protest march like they did when their party was denied a registration certificate.
8. This image makes me want to throw up every time I remember. It is of a smiling Mwai Kibaki and Raila Odinga shaking hands vigorously after the signing of Kofi Anan accord. Do the two men realize how much Kenyans suffered? Dear Hague, please help them realize one day, please make them and others pay one day... soon.
9. Kaburu judge Kriegler tells Kenyans in broad daylight that they did NOT see what they saw last December when he announces that he did not find any evidence of “fiddling” at the vote tallying stage. He adds insult to injury by insinuating that the problem was because returning officers were not given electronic calculators to add up votes.
10. MPs of the 10th parliament hurriedly pass draconian Media Bill as Christmas present to themselves. The whole thing reminded me of Emilio Stanley’s bedroom swearing in ceremony done before the election results were announced later the same evening.
11. Witnessing Kenyans tearing at each other in this blog with sentiments based purely on tribal or party affiliations. And yet any intelligent primary school child knows that politicians in Kenya specialize on drumming up tribal emotions for their own personal gain. When will ordinary Kenyans down there learn if the elite on the web don’t have a clue?
12. Former KCB CEO Terry Davidson being charged with insider trading over a purchase he made of Uchumi shares when a lot of other politically correct “locals” who have made billions from insider trading at the stock exchange go stock free. Yet more proof that in Kenya justice is extremely selective. Little wonder that people kill to get political power.
13. Kenyans lining up to buy Safaricom shares after many warnings from Kumekucha and others to stay away from the shares. The expected quick kill did not materialize of course. Simple law of supply and demand, folks.
14. Stabbing incident in a UK pub over a ODM/PNU political argument. High tension remains in the Diaspora over the silly political groupings created to con Kenyans and make them fight with each other over absolutely nothing.
15. Kiosks demolished in several parts of Nairobi all at the same time and just a few weeks to Christmas illustrating once again the fact that Kenyans in positions of power are some of the most insensitive, ruthless, brutal, selfish “animals” on the planet.
Let’s toast to a better 2009 shall we?
Special offer Christmas offer for fridges and LCD TVs only for Kumekucha readers.
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