•Wednesday, May 24, 2006
last week, it was former ruling party kanu’s chairman and secretary general turn to pay me a night visit. uhuru kenyatta, kanu’s chairman and his comrade in tussle william ruto, the secretary general had come to meet the people in my estate. the place was eerily deserted as they moved frantically from house to house without managing to gain entry to any. like in most dreams, i watched them from higher ground as they decided to contact a man on the ground in touch with wananchi’s feelings to help them reach out to voters. i came in handy for them, as they settled on me to do the task. i don’t know what prompted my dreamy mind to shift base from town to the countryside coz soon i was preparing nyam chom christmas style in my diggz for the campaigners. apparently i had managed to convince a pick-up load of villagers to accompany the kanu young turks in their campaign. they left me preparing nyama choma and kachumbari just like i do during those annual family get-togethers.
before long they were back, tired and hungry. i met them at a nearby river bank where some women in the campaign trail were cooling off their swollen feet. soon debate shifted to the handout that the two bigwigs had given the village folk. i had been given kshs 35,000 for the nyama choma and was supposed to distribute the balance to the campaigners. before i could even say a word, all fingers were on me accusingly, that i had already ‘eaten’ their rightfully earned money. i wanted to tell them that i had actually used my own money to prepare the meat and i intended to give the whole 35k to them but some hard lump blocked my voice box. further attempts to explain my situation were drowned by a lady neighbour who shouted that i am not as educated as i claim to be, proud and that the money will eventually kill me. this greatly incensed me but i was motionless. i wished that the clergy man and the assistant chief who actually had the cash appeared to save me but they were nowhere in sight. i had this feeling that they had decided to share the loot and leave the good me to suffer the wrath of the villagers. as i dragged my feet up the hill, the villagers in hot pursuit, the sky was the limit.
i wondered what made me have such a dream. could be the infighting in kanu pitting uhuru and ruto, or the impending by elections coupled with a village baraza i attended early in the year. those guys can really create a scene out of nothing. armed with a financial report of their enterprise, an old mzee will drop an incomprehensible, directly translated or mixed lingo financial question on mundane issues that will leave a city based financial guru sweating.
before long they were back, tired and hungry. i met them at a nearby river bank where some women in the campaign trail were cooling off their swollen feet. soon debate shifted to the handout that the two bigwigs had given the village folk. i had been given kshs 35,000 for the nyama choma and was supposed to distribute the balance to the campaigners. before i could even say a word, all fingers were on me accusingly, that i had already ‘eaten’ their rightfully earned money. i wanted to tell them that i had actually used my own money to prepare the meat and i intended to give the whole 35k to them but some hard lump blocked my voice box. further attempts to explain my situation were drowned by a lady neighbour who shouted that i am not as educated as i claim to be, proud and that the money will eventually kill me. this greatly incensed me but i was motionless. i wished that the clergy man and the assistant chief who actually had the cash appeared to save me but they were nowhere in sight. i had this feeling that they had decided to share the loot and leave the good me to suffer the wrath of the villagers. as i dragged my feet up the hill, the villagers in hot pursuit, the sky was the limit.
i wondered what made me have such a dream. could be the infighting in kanu pitting uhuru and ruto, or the impending by elections coupled with a village baraza i attended early in the year. those guys can really create a scene out of nothing. armed with a financial report of their enterprise, an old mzee will drop an incomprehensible, directly translated or mixed lingo financial question on mundane issues that will leave a city based financial guru sweating.
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2 comments:
Now is the time to put your head under the covers and cotton in your ears until election day.
@uaridi
these politics guys have kept us in a continuous political bickering mood since 03, it really gets into our heads. its bound to be more intense as they venture into mudslinging and name calling. wish they could tone it down and give the business community some breather to rake in more profits.