National Lie: Reconciliation Using Division

Playing politics with dead bodies must be condemned by any sane human being worth his/her blood and flesh. But not in Kenya where leaders engage in shameless charades for political mileage.

Toxic leadership continues to suffocate Kenya living her citizens gasping for air. So Kibaki was in Eldoret presiding over the burial of Kiambaa victims almost 20 months since their deaths. His partisan entourage didn’t do the occasion and Kenya any good.

So here we go again continuing to fortify the foundation of our national lies. The shameless leadership has no qualms tribalising death. But again maybe in their twisted world they can speak first language with the dead. And to their obtuse gratification their apologists will come bandying lofty slogans like reconciliation while the thinly-veiled and cheap political expediency oozes from every orifice of their anatomy.

Wailing louder than bereaved
What is more, we have successfully exported the bigotry across the borders. No wonder Museveni can afford the luxury of effortlessly annexing Kenya as many original bigots cheer him on when he skillfully strokes their ethnic egos Kenyan style.

The non mutating truth be told, no life must be lost in vain. But to derive cheap political capital out of a TRAGEDY by painting others as more aggrieved is no means to either author or nurture reconciliation. The latent bravado and brinkmanship negates any trace of cohesion present thereof.

No contempt is more painful than that tears streaming from crocodile's eyes. The only thing that matters to the present rulers is the MEGA DEALS they make over carcass Kenya. To them all else is noise and rattling that must be ignored and strangulated with all available might.

Kibaki and his entourage may have come for the burial with all the state power. But fools would entertain the notion of legislating good neighbourliness. Even Saitoti missed the boat by a whole river in enumerating the number of police stations.

And our people never run dry of selective amnesia and bravado. Predictably, our national penchant to mask wounds as it festers underneath we will see many chanting and condemning those who chose to absent themselves from the burial lest they inflamed an already raging ethnic inferno.

Stroking ethnic flames
The sooner we garner the courage to look our problems straight in the eye the better. Only then can we retrace when the DEVIL invaded our national homestead. Otherwise we risk continuing the destructive journey of building a firm pyramid of deception which will soon come crashing down leaving no place to hide even for the looters.

While nobody ever suffered constipation from a full course menu of delicious coloured lies, only clothing ourselves with nothing but the truth will help cover our collective national nudity. All else are circular ego trips to oblivion.