The Little General

Once upon a time, he was a force to reckon with. He was tough as steel, bold, powerful. Every time he spoke, Kenyans listened; those who loved him with awe and admiration and the opposite for those who did not. Our little general was poised high in the political platform of our country. Against many odds, and despite strong opposition from even powers-that-be in his party, he ascended to the coveted position of Secretary General of the strongest party in the country. No, he was not nominated. He fought his way up, campaigned and was elected by party delegates. Even the hired goons, “Men in black”, could not stop his rise. Little general was doing well for himself. In no time at all, his word could have been law in the entire Mulembe Nation. But he blundered.

General Ababu Namwamba decided to fight the Enigma (you know there is only one in Kenya). The problem was not the fight, but his strategy. He chose to leave his party and fight from outside. He should have known that this was suicide. Even in marriage, when you are having ‘domes’, you do not bring in your ‘mpango wa kando’ to fight for you. Not unless you have made up your mind that it is time to call it quits; but then you should weigh your losses before making that decision. Well, little General did that thinking that the children born out of their union would back him up. Alas! A close friend (Otuoma) of his incited him to walk out of the union, but again you know what they say in the ladies’ cycle about that close friend who always tries so hard to impress your man even when you are around but all of a sudden when you are having issues with him she becomes your number one inciter to ‘Just leave him. Who does he think he is?!!’ Little general left, announcing their divorce in a widely publicized press conference.

Word went round that he had been bought. The quoted figures were just absurd, I couldn’t believe his suitors thought he was worth that much -not in their right mindsets. I know that there was this impression of him being the next ‘big thing’ in Mulembe Nation’s Politics; which could have happened had he been a little more patient. I was expecting him to be the next governor of Busia County and I’m sure had he stuck home and run for that seat in 2017 nothing could have prevented him from clinching it. But see now, even his constituents rejected him. I am not God; I do not even pretend to be a fortune teller. That is why I do not want to write him off just yet. He was a promising young man (still is); one with great potential to even snatch supremacy from a Mudavadi-Wetangula combination. He was the next ‘big thing’ of western region after Baba’s retirement from politics. I do not know how he will redeem himself, but I know that little general’s smartness still dwells somewhere within the scalp of his head. I expect him to rise again one day and become the General that he once was.

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The Dream

Chivuitu
courtesy of facebook memes

I was walking home, alone. Along the stretch that leads to the gate I met someone, a female stranger. I raised my arm to wave, and murmur a ‘Jambo’. Before I opened my mouth she stopped, looked at me like she knew me; like she was surprised that I didn’t know her. She pointed to her left and said, “Look.”

I stopped, turned to look to my right. There stood a statue (or was it?); tall, lean. It looked almost human but for the expressionless facial features. It was so dark, black like charcoal. It was like a burnt tree stump curved into human shape. I moved closer and it looked very familiar. I wondered where I had seen that face. “Chiloba.” She said. “That is your Chiloba”. Indeed it was. I started hearing voices. The lady looked at me, turned and started walking away to where she had come from.

“Babe.” I heard a voice, a familiar voice. A warm soft hand was shaking me. It was just a dream.

Baba

Baba,

I have always been your fan; may be not your number one fan, but a fan anyway. If I had the opportunity to cast my vote this year it would have been yours, no doubt. Unfortunately I couldn’t, due to unavoidable circumstances.

You speak and we listen, even those who do not like you as a person. I have never heard you say something that never came to pass. You’ve never been the kind to spread ‘mere propaganda’ for the sake of gaining mileage over your competitors. You do your research well. Your reports are always verifiable. Your word can be trusted, and I cannot say that of any other politician in this country. I cannot even say that of Dr. Matiangi, lately. Most of the other guys have sold their souls to the highest bidder, or churn propaganda for personal gain. “A man’s got to do what a man’s got to do”, they say. That it is money that puts food on the table, not truth, not honesty. That is a sad truth.

Now, Baba; to the issue of the day: the 2017 General elections. You had a good run during the campaigns. The electorate received you well wherever you went, (well, over 95% of the places you visited). We all know that masses at the campaign rally do not mean that you will have many votes from that particular region; otherwise you would have gotten at least 140,000 votes from Kiambu County and 100,000 from Meru County. You did not, and it is not your fault (or is it?). You sold your manifesto well, attended the debate and carried yourself exemplarily well throughout the campaign period. You did many of us proud. You are a true leader. You deserve to be the president of this country because of the things you’ve stood for over time. I do not know if you will ever get there though, for I am not God.

I have always thought that you are very smart, even after letting me and other fans of yours down several times. Often, I have blamed it on the people surrounding you (secretariat), saying that they were supposed to help you see some obvious pitfalls and plan ahead. Today however, I want to put it squarely on you. You have failed me and several millions of other Kenyans. We trusted that you were on top of this game and entrusted you with millions of votes. I believe that more people actually ticked on your name than that of any other candidate on the ballot. But you failed to guard the votes Baba. You did not do enough to guard your votes. You wasted the effort of those who persevered the long queues under heat and rain to tick on your name and relocate you to state house. I hear your agents slept on the job. Some were not paid, and therefore did not have the motivation to protect your votes. Like I said, not many of us are like you; we know the value of money because it puts food on our table. Loyalty cannot buy Unga. A hungry agent will take even two thousand and sell your vote without blinking an eye. You know how tough the last three years have been to the common mwananchi.

Do not call for mass action if you are not declared the winner. Go to court, please. Prices of basic commodities have started shooting again, and we do not want the 2007 crisis. We invested in you, like we’ve done several times before. This time however we want to get dividends. Don’t come back to us crying, we won’t help you. Wewe ndio Baba, sort this thing out.