Have you noticed the way Kenyans are screaming themselves hoarse about the parliamentarians' taxation issue? It's so amusing. Just in case you forgot how this works, let me jog your memory. Last year, just before the elections, the electorate in Kenya was out there stalking the parliamentary candidates' cars. In fact, some of the candidates who ran last year have told me that some voters were in their homes by 5:30 a.m. asking this: How can a man/woman who wants to be an MP be asleep at this hour? You know why the voters were there? They wanted money. Pesa. Is that raw enough? Let me put it another way. They wanted their vote bought by the candidate.
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Some people have made millions from the Obama name... how unfair
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Some people have made millions from the Obama name... how unfair
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Fast forward.
That man or woman who the Kenyan electorate ambushed at his/her home, in the local bar, by the wayside and in the churches across the constituency, is now in Parliament. He/she is now called Mheshimiwa, and he/she is supposed to be looking out for the needs of the desperate constituents. But he/she is not doing so. According to Mheshimiwa, looking out for the people wasn't part of the deal. It never even came up. In fact, when the Mheshimiwa is in his/her bathroom adjusting his tie or her skirt just before riding to Parliament in the morning, he/she sometimes carries out this conversation with him/herself.
What's wrong with Kenyans? Why do hey want my salary and benefits taxed? Don't they remember that when I campaigned I never discussed any substantive issues? Don't they recall that when I was at the rallies it was all about small talk and fun? And don't they remember that I gave each of them one hundred shillings? Wait a minute, wasn't it I who bought and distributed bhang to that band of youth who acted as my security? Oh, how can I forget that it was I who invented the plan that was implemented to cause chaos as the votes were being counted so that the returning officers would declare me the winner? It was hard work, and I did it all for the people. How can they now be so mean as to want my hard-earned money taxed? And can you imagine that they want to tax it in my first year...not even the fourth? Why can't these idiots understand that I've got to put back the money I gave them, plus make a little profit? To hell with them.
That's Mheshimiwa talking. And who can blame them? When the voters were collecting bribe money from these guys, what were they thinking? And when they allowed the MPs to buy their votes, what kind of an MP did they expect to have? Couldn't they see that a man or a woman who was willing to pay to buy a vote was never going to be a moral leader? You'd hope that after this tax betrayal by Mheshimiwa, the folks would learn. But will they? Just watch 2011. You'll see the process repeat itself. The man or woman who'll go out there to campaign on ideas and a promise to actively and honestly seek solutions to the myriad problems faced by the people will be shunned for the chap who shows up with money.
So the question pollsters should ask the Kenyan voter is this...Are you aware that our MPs are the way they are because of you?
To that question, most Kenyans will say No. That will be a lie.
So this is the circus we must deal with, folks. We eat during the campaigns. The MPs eat in Parliament. And the song plays on and on like we are that proverbial ostrich with its head in the sand. But surely, with an electorate like this, why do I hear people talk of a Kenyan Obama? I have a feeling that if an Obama showed up in our midst and started asking Kenyans who are fed up with the status quo to donate to his/her campaign for change, people will laugh and walk away. Mjinga gani huyu, they'll say.
Hhmmm!
With an electorate like this, who needs an enemy?
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