Category: Life

PETITION: STUDENT ATHLETES V/S KENYA PUBLIC UNIVERSITY.

by Yego, posted in Categories, Life

COMPLAIN: I here underline that:

  1. In 2015 (Gwangju City),  Eight (8) students representing Kenya at World University Games were forced to hide their faces in an event that should have been a celebration. The problem as they venomously spit is related to the curse of ‘Mitumba’ and corruption; that they were ill-heartedly forced to hide their faces from public places because they did not have the answers to the obvious question: Which country are you representing? The team did not receive any Uniform for racing or either to wear during the opening ceremony and that they were denied an opportunity to showcase the symbol of love for their country- Kenya (- red- green and black). One student records that she had hoped to represent Kenya and the only reason she had work so hard was to have a jersey with the name ‘Kenya’ and to hold the Flag in a Global arena.  Watch the videos and enjoy the embarrassment of ‘us’ proudly running with Mitumba or folded tops and ‘Mud- Guards’.
  2. The travel to participate/ represent (as told by officials) was not a mandate but rather a favour accorded to them by the Universities and that they did not have any right to ask but to appreciate whatever they get. A student recollects an incident of cover -ups and bribery for alleged abuse of funds by the so-called officials and the subsequent intimidation of the students for raising their grievances.
  3. There are pending cases regarding students who were enticed to spend their own cash on flights with a promise of reimbursements and as of today, they have never been compensated. Instead they are being shuffled and tossed around with ‘wait’ or being totally ignored. One students recall being told by an official that …wewe unakaa hauelewi Kenya mzuri. There are other sketchy incidences of assault related to dues.
  4. Students train or rather use their own facilities while being coached and managed by University hired staff fully paid and funded to oversee the program. One student openly states that she had been competing for the University with the Yellow Uniforms donated by the Former president Moi in 1982 . The same rags are required to be returned to the University after use. The same students report to have been threatened and harassed by the sports administration for openly writing a letter to the University over disrespect and lack of support for the team after going to Tanzania.

I, the undersigned, is a concerned citizen who is urging our leaders to act now to protect students from unnecessary face of embarrassment, abuse and intimidation. I therefore call upon leaders to review the scope under which the term ‘sport’ is bounded and to crack on the network that feasts or rather parties by exploiting Athletes travelling to represent Kenya. It is better to seek donations from citizens and well-wishers to support runners than export our rot.

Yego Kipkosgei.

 

The Little Girl in the Village.

by Yego, posted in Life

I have thought about her so much, the little girl in the village. The last time I saw her, she had a load on her head, her nose was headed to the UNGA mill.! She was in a hurry I noticed, that which she carried in her head was ‘real’. Time and call of duty gave her no chance to talk to the passing wind of reality. She is used to this world of patriarchy, Baba needs tea and warm water. Brother will be here for lunch and the cows will soon need her to unload. When age is in, I know she will miss that game: meeting boys. When nature ‘grows’ her to have all it makes her mama. She will be measured in cows and sheep and chicken. That is the world build around her.

I know she is 8, she no longer carries two on her hands, perhaps she has added one on her head and another on her back. Tasks lie ahead and she will need to multitask- they say they are good at it. Practice, Practice angel. The burden of the “shadow of the cave”[1]. Perhaps ‘more’, seals the mind from the gossip of ‘ideal life? You are ripe to learn, but circumstances won’t allow me to see her. I would have sent her a letter saying … Chepkam[2] it took me 16 years to learn the difference between smile and happiness. But that will cause more pain, don’t you think so?

It worries me to know her and I know something good in her for her. What should I do? I have waited too long to teach ‘cute’, babe and love. She knows not much about that seed in her, that she is a miracle when given a tadpole it warms and makes babies! In her world, patriarchy owns that ‘house’ and rents an old lady, who will soon take that tip of the pleasure in her. She will soon be dry and left a factory of beings. Friends, how did you learn this way, I want her to know this: the power of equality in this and that.

I am downtrodden and beaten to the core! Why did I wait?  I should have done something or tell her the real ‘life’.  She knows no city and no fashion. Her world is the shadow. Perhaps I am guilty of not saying and I owe that old man a kick she snatched her for a wife at 14…

[1] Plato: allegory of the cave.

[2] Chepkam.. sister

We can save Our schools.

by Yego, posted in Life

We can save Our schools.

In trying to make sense of the new set of homegrown terror ‘Choma Shule’ several sets of questions bombard my medulla. Why and how is it planned and executed? What is the reward or rather the motivation that radicalize the young into senseless beings of low IQ’s acting like rats? By assumption and as it has been, the children of Kenyan parents have been deemed to exercise and demonstrate excellent critical thinking. Their acts as they have demonstrated recently indicates the extent to which the deviation from the exact purpose of school and we can merely conclude that this could be the real cause of the woes facing the entire republic. My presumption is that these emergent acts of arson are the manifestations of years of decaying morals in the society and in the institutions of learning. It could also be as the results of infiltration of judicial evils into the schools or excessive acts of Corruption or Education cabinet prescribing to our schools certain ideals in an attempt to make them conform with foreign institutions.

First, the extent in which students are burning institutions without fear of the consequences indicates the depth in which moral decay has sunk into the core of the schools. I was once a student and I happened to have heard a few incidents in which dormitories were burned down and most of them were as a result of electrical malfunction or carelessness of some students in handling of electrical cables.  I have a different preposition and you are welcome to disagree with. This immense indiscipline in Kenyan schools is the product of years of corruption. Students and parents have learned easy ways of earning grades by purchase and any discussion that tends to lock these loopholes will expose many lazy and immoral students to public scrutiny and humiliation. These agitations in schools could mean that the Government is changing the tactic and they are beginning to address the long brooded problem causing the consumers to respond inappropriately. Perhaps the burning could also be a result of boredom and too much time, students have no motivation to study since exam is readily available by purchase.

Another reality that we have to face is the extent in which infiltration of judicial rot is creeping into High schools. It might be very hard to visualize this linkage, but many lawyers have seized opportunities and are pursuing several cases relating to disciplinary actions taken against teachers. The government having taken away the teachers’ authority to discipline students has created a loophole for certain parents to exercise the Western demon of suing teachers for punishing their children. Punishment was and has been the corner post of most learning institutions in Kenya, and for the Cabinet to deny teachers these privileges has bred Zombie like Kids. These kids have morally decayed and are incapable of thinking beyond their acts. Teachers have been forced to be passive and mere spectators in the loosing game of institution versus discipline.

Conformity is another construct that the Government is ignorantly imposing and enforcing in the Kenyan institutions of learning. In their attempts to make everything look like the Western institutions, the Government is driving students into unfamiliar territories lacking the good and old African set of morals. Purpose defines learning and the idea of taking Arts, Agriculture and other subjects out of Primary schools has created a vacuum in the society. Students are being forced to learn things they lack basic practical experience. The end game in this endeavor is idleness and almost at all times an idle mind is a room for evil acts. Students needs some work, they need some old art and craft, some music, Home Science or Agriculture. Let us lock away cellphones and calculators and replace them with the ole manual ways because several research has proven that technology is an enemy of critical thinking. Excessive tuition and short holidays should be banned and allow them to stay at home with to catch up with some homemade values.

Taking a few steps back is not an act of cowardice but rather another way of gaining momentum. Something used to work well in our institutions and certain changes that have taken place over the last few years seem to have been the wrong steps. Discipline was the only Uniqueness that separated KENYAN institutions from the rest of the World. The skills and knowledge we gained then, enabled some of us to travel to foreign lands and be able to merge their game and beat them with ease. The West is crying and struggling with too much drama and low IQ’s among kids and this is the direction we are headed. The country should stick to their old good and make necessary adjustment when need be and not for purposes of conformity. Save our schools.

Forget about Holocaust, Remember African Slavery.

by Yego, posted in Life

 

Pictures communicate more than words and here is the reason I don’t buy into Columbus, Darwin, Alexander, Cecil Rhodes, May Flower, Santa Maria make – believes that forced us to celebrate and remember untruthful history of the Human race. We wonder why we are faced with super- challenges economically, socially or spiritually yet we are quick to sweep injustice under the carpet and reward evil . Enough said but when are we going to know the name and remember  the ship shown below.

We have a history and i wont stop until it is well written.

There is a reason I am black and unapologetic… To be human, to love and  to fight for that which is RIGHT.

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Diaspora & Dilemmas: I hoard and I wish I could ship. Do you?

by Yego, posted in Life

It is amazing to be human and to belong to a place; whether by birth or by default. You are born and tomorrow you learn to eat and then begin to accept the surrounding and all over sudden that is the world you are going to exceptionally own, defend and believe to be the best.  You become accustomed to a place and when circumstances permits, you will escape to another environment for a career, a case or education. In the diaspora, you will learn that a dog has a room and doctor and a snake is part of someone’s dinner menu. I do not intend to uncover all the mysteries and absurdness of the lovely Earth but to entertain you with certain indoor circumstances that put a mind in a foreign land in dilemma.  You may be lost but understand that I am a typical African from In’go and polythene/plastic bags are an asset and all containers are to be saved for future use. Accompany me down the lines and I will highlight some habits that will catch up with you in the diaspora.

Let’s begin with your first day in the West, especially during the winter and your new friend is taking you on a walk in the woods/forest. What a fortune! The treasure of the village woman that is laying barely outside and no woman seems to understand what it is. “Tyaa Kwenik chu!”  Dry logs of trees out there ready to be put to use. At your first sight you begin to think and conclude how quick githeri can cook with these kind of dry logs? How many bags of charcoal can I produce with all these dead trees? To the extreme, you consider your neighbor who used to terrorize your fence just to make a litre of Chang’aa. Your mind will start spinning trying to calculate and convert everything in terms of what all the logs could amount to in your village. You may be tempted to touch and even take a picture but you still want to come up with exactly how to miraculously unplug the whole scene and plant it to where its purpose is realistic. It is unfair how some things exist and that could be one of the kind.

Are you still wondering?  Here is the ugliest scenario which is a sort of obsessive-compulsive disorder. You have secured yourself a room and luckily a roommate to create a society closely related to your village. The ugly behavior sets in, you begin saving plastic bags in a drawer to the extreme end of the kitchen closet. It won’t bother you what for or why it is just a behavior of hoarding based on the prior scarcity and original purpose of the same in the village. You pile them up and if you are a student in the west you may be familiar with the pretty plastics bags from Barnes & Nobles, Payless, victoria secrets, etc. It would have worked best as a book bag in the days when I was in primary school, it would have been far much better than the 10 bob green polythene. You keep hoarding and as days go by you will be forced to ill heartedly accompany them to the trash container.

Here is another one I noticed from a friend, the village idea of saving and cleaning plastic containers to keep milk or uji or busaa. I will consider these bottles/containers are commodities of value to Chang’aa brewers in the village and they touch or break them. You find folks in diaspora cleaning and storing Marva Maid milk containers and storing them in the corner or to the side of the trash can.  You find a nicely decorated whiskey and wine bottles just being thrown outside and you quickly take a flight in dreams to your neighbor who sells Changaa in a decade or millennium old bottle and you wish to give the same to her and receive a genuine smile and a thank you.

I would have ended there, but allow me to expand and expose some of our closet habits. The naughty behaviors of assuming that someday you will be skinny or somehow you won’t put on some weight. You have your closet full of shoes or clothes from when you were small, medium, large and now extra-large. You still insist on keeping them and hopefully you will donate them to an unidentified somebody one day. I will assume with certainty that this is a mental issue in which all things are referred to or treated in reference to the original environment that you grew up in. You want to keep as much to compensate for the time when the only option you had was the one you wore and that which was still drying in the sun. Similarly to the shoes, whether they are beyond wearing, you won’t risk throwing them away but rather retain them in your closet. They could have tasted time and mileage, but the saying “ ngo’ kikomelin soet, ko ngikere tany’ ilen kait” (“if you have ever been brushed by a Buffalo, when you see a cow you think it is coming again”)  fits the habit and you keep hoarding and hope you will have enough if drought visits. It is trash let them go!

It is a long list of the absurdism of diversity I would wish to highlight and make fun of myself and those who are chasing their dreams in the West. Do not then be confused by the Western Media that preaches poverty in Mamaland and be convinced that I am actually affirming the existence of poverty and scarcity in mamaland. I am only laughing at myself and respecting diversity. I find it awkward to find somebody who doesn’t understand how to get milk from a cow. It is fun to see how expensive Sukuma wiki or eggs that are stamped…free range or organic chicken in the West when mama grows and harvest fresh goodies from the backyard.

 

The Savannah Monkey is Guilty Again?

by Yego, posted in Life, Politics

The Savannah Monkey is Guilty Again.

Zika Virus! If only I can understand whether it exists or it travels, it will make a great difference. Perhaps it will give me a better picture of the real danger to face as opposed to this Media mongers who will spend a great time detailing on an issue that does not warrant attention. It seems to me without certainty that this could be the usual quantophrenic tactic of putting non-issue into serious pieces of facts to put you back into your cacoon or lure you into unnecessary preventive measures as they mint millions.  For those who love to catch up with the culture of consumerism, this kind of rumor could be real stuff to get you drunk on a Friday night, but please don’t blame the Savannah Monkey.

We have understood that the virus is a teratogen whose effects have detrimental effect on the unborn child. It goes side by side with abortion, lead poisoning, drug abuse e.tc but the result is similar to the outcome of the untold horrors of Hiroshima and Nagasaki. Unfortunately my commonsense does not accept this fact because I cannot blame the jungle because it is not an African issue and nobody has the disorder and therefore I render my verdict that no Savannah monkey is liable of this faultiness. I am not a custodian of knowledge as it relates to Diseases and Epidemiology, but at least put more sense into this dubious publication so that wandering brains like mine cannot find loopholes that exist. You have successfully created a scum to reduce the chances of people travelling and seeing for themselves the unimaginable beauty of the great planet Earth? Who really wants to contract a Virus from the monkey by doing things I don’t know how? Who is careless enough to undo the Mythology of AID’s versus monkey in conjunction with Africa and diseases?

Alternatively, Brazil seems to have had this time a taste of the soothsayer, Olympics is around the corner and business is booming and the underdeveloped according to the ‘masters’ roster can have fortune for a year. It seems then the evil eye does not like ‘compe’ and has dropped a curse to end the dance before it begins. No one would like to travel and have fun eventually get a result similar to a child. In my own faulty interpretation this disaster is stage-managed and it came at the right time to rob, damage and destroy the World’s awaited party. Why put more attention that sends intense panic yet mosquito spraying and prevention has been known for ages, and control interventions have been ongoing worldwide? ‘Tuma’ net and let ‘Porojo’ stop, if it doesn’t work let the hidden secrets be unveiled and folks can travel and have fun.

The result of faulty thoughts subject constructive reflection.

The Missing Voices of Change.

by Yego, posted in Life, Politics

The Missing Voices of Change.

Concerning ‘Change’ that which the modern day media sings, preaches or worships, it is far from realization unless the participants across the bridge incorporate certain vital voices into the daily debate. All parties engaged in this so called change have to reason, challenge and sell their ideals based on where the shoes pains most. Perhaps we should dig into the ‘WHY’ Karl Max stated that our history is a collection of class struggles and that the executive only and only manages the affairs of the Bourgeoisie. The statement obviously could indicate that the current media belongs to certain class and that the Proles are yet to get their own microphones and run their shows. If the same end is what is intended  then the voice of ‘Serikali Saidia’, the sick or the elderly should appear in the Morning Bench , the Trend or ‘Politics now’ to offer crude facts and feelings of exhaustion from the burdens layered on them  greatly in building monuments, Hotels and bridges they will never cross, see or live.

Ideally, when folks in a Show objectively describe the Standard Gauge Railway or Mega projects and how they will open up markets, they imply that every need is a direct necessity and that Mama Mboga will soon be selling in Uganda or Rwanda. Alternatively, the money folks excluding the genuine hustlers are taking majority on a ride to pay for luxuries and other beatifications meant to attract corporates. Partial truth to such a debate will only exist if interpreted as the future tense when every being will be at the same start line. Shows should provide an additional space in between the bench for Mama Mboga to offer undigested alternatives. Mama Mboga understands how feeder roads are as urgent as your next meal, they will express how triple taxation is affecting their children and throwing them into the streets or malnutrition at higher rate. Taxation is necessary only and only if Kanjo does not confiscate Mali Mali, sell fake receipts and your back doesn’t hurt because the roads are as good as an abandoned jungle. How then will folks from Runda driving a customed made cruiser fueled at your expense appear in the media with implicit utopia, selling change that has no direct impact on the majority?  That set of fantasy assumes that the gap that exists will be narrowed by dreaming on behalf of the struggling class. Mama Mboga needs a voice to express tangible and most urgent needs.

Politics and political parties are other sets of programmed arrogance that does not respect nor empathize with school children, expectant women, elderly or the sick.  It is true that there are two sets of answers to a question: the right and the wrong but politicians always get them right. You sit and watch the Murkomens of Kenya and how they use language to shift people’s minds to believe yesterday did not exist and that tomorrow as they prophesized we will have a direct entrance to Canaan by voting their way. You, being the beautiful women, sit and watch as they seduce you and lure into fantasy. You will think that Jubilee, Cord or JAP is a new era but what is really different is that the few who made into an unjust millionaire bar or happened to be part of a deal were recruited and more space is needed to accommodate them. The consequence of such a toss is the increase in pressure to the middle class and many people will drop into the Proletariat.  They should therefore admit into to political benches another Voice of ‘Serikali Saidia’ or teachers just to instill sense into their debates. At least they won’t lie on the ratio of teacher –student, they will understand that the challenge that teachers face is not teaching or money, it is the Psychological torture of constantly seeing and hearing children who are starving or walking half naked day in day out. I guess this will make them weep or numb only and only if they are human and perhaps stop changing the forests as PLO puts yet the Monkeys are the very monkeys.

In dealing with matters of Healthcare as an example ,a show and I am concern with  the popular shows for instance ‘Power breakfast’ : a doctor, nurse, patient, Cabinet Secretary, moderator and an expert should face each other in expressing and advocating for that which is success and also the limitation. In such a debate assuming that the usual coercion for compliance did not exist on the corridors: the patient will express the needs or failures facing the sick and the doctor will detail the cause, the leader who always happen to be corporate quack will take the WHY and the WAY forward and the genuine expert will prescribe a SMART approach to the same. In the end a solution will be universally arrived at, accepted and adopted.

In describing and detailing on teacher’s salary it is simply fair to have a set of humans who are aware that they are humans to sit side by side and detail their expense. I insist on humanness so that variables to be compared will only detail how a reasonable person will spend his or her salary. We have always forced solutions into the throats of teachers yet those who sit and argue on their behalf earned a 6 figure salary without including sitting allowances and kickbacks for deterring a revolution. Imagine a show where a random teacher from Pokot is selected to face off with experts and other Salary team. It won’t be much to talk but rather have a screen detailing each individual salary and their expense including the environment and living conditions. Change, I presume will happen in the morning if such voices are given space and time express their views. The media and the state have engaged in covert tactics to mask what is really happening in the real setting. Change can be as good as rest but what is really change if ignorance is a priority and statistics serves only the interest of the rich. Give a voice to the voiceless, give them a podium and you will be ashamed of the bread you enjoy at the expense of their starvation.

Personal views subject to debate.

Absolute Ignorance: ‘Ati’ donate to help fight HIV-AIDS in AFRICA?

by Yego, posted in Articles, Life

It is a regular winter day in the west, and had just woken up and prepared for yet another busy schedule to hustle for the bills.  As usual, where there is a Kenyan, the pace is set with cup of tea (actually a kettle) before any priorities are made. So I had took about 2 glasses of hot Kapsara tea and I was doped enough to read and make meaningful conclusions on written material. For the records I was at my best ready to tackle what was in stock for the day. I walked downstairs and into my Locomotive and I drove to the bank to get a few coins to finance a few necessities. In less than 5 minutes I pulled by a drive through ATM at banking institution that I have been a customer for 7 years. I have been a loyal customer at this bank, and I had gone the extra mile to recommend a few of my friends.

On a bad note and quite embarrassing I should say, this ATM kept running and re-running adverts on donations to Help fight HIV-AIDS in AFRICA. I am African and a through son of the soil. I have held certain great persons and personnel in business with great respect but such an advert is a cause for failure in how the society handles matters of worldwide concerns. Aids is not an African concern but a matter that faces Humanity, it is professional to address this matter into Humanity and not brand it a property of a specific place or person. It seems to me that anything that bears Africa is a tool for begging or gaining sympathy, and to attract more donation.  We would consider poverty because we still own most of it and that we have not robbed anyone or forced a regime change to any nation just to impose person who will be easily exploited. Why are your cameras so focus into AID’s ,Poverty and Africa and you have totally  forgotten about the  young lady who stood across the street asking for a few coins to find a place to stay in this freezing temperature? It was 32 degrees outside and I saw three of them along the road.

HIV-AID’s is real and it is a universal epidemic that does not marginalized or affect certain nations, it is not destined for Africa. Pieces of information, statistics and local papers have relevant data that will shock you about your neighborhoods and disease prevalence .For institutions to solicit money by branding Africa a place of AID’s is absolute ignorance: This in fact bars certain persons from travelling to Africa because of such careless adverts. I have encountered so many ignorant people who I had blamed until I realize today the cause, and how appealing adverts can lure individual to think negatively.

I love my Africa until Dead for we own without question or revenge all the diseases, poverty and other evils you want to write about us.

Remember the secret and the TRUE meaning of life and happiness is in EXCESS in Africa.

Ignorance and being in Diaspora.

by Yego, posted in Articles, Life

I have been in Diaspora for years now and this qualifies me over some if not many to echo certain sentiments about our culture of pretense and get –in to get- along attitude. My concern is not much about the paranoids: those persons who will do anything to get over the natural mistake of belonging to a certain place and will spend a great deal of time trying to overcome lambdacism. At rare occasions that it is relevant to say ‘Wora’ instead of water and escape a certain look that says “what you say?’. You also shouldn’t be worried about those who feel guilty about their accent, they will twang for ages and time will teach them that the more they force it the more it gets worse.  I have a beef with these folks who landed at the Airport the other day and now they are worried about everything in their home country. They insist on insecurity, robbery, poverty and foolishness and other forms of misfortunes. They will bow to every Mzungu and speak with sympathy expecting empathy. Before you continue embarrassing us, let me give you a few hints to kick out abusnatet in your brain.

Before you give a hand to those who want to hear what they want – stop and think because some folks will want to hear how insecure your country is. Let me give you a guideline to teach them about our real threats. Our real insecurity, especially at night is a cat, probably a dog and Kimagutiet, which of course are not armed with any riffles or rabies.  We have really learned to live with them, and with my years of experience, we could in our time walk for several Kilometers at night to a club (dance), crusade or Keisha and I have never encountered any episode of insecurity. Remember, there are no street lights or emergency response unit to accompany or check the surroundings. The majority of the children as young as 5 years wakes up in the morning to go to school and they walk and I have never heard of any disappearance or murder.  The rats and other rodents are aware of this simple fact because I have seen them cross the road majestically without fear of anybody.

It would be relevant if we would treat Global acts for instance terrorism, that breach the security as international matters rather than to categorize as failures of certain exceptional state. They add to the false misconceptions that the world has painted Alkabuland with every possibility of darkness. Even though in every market, as they say, you won’t miss a madman, there is a negligible incidence of assassination, robbery, and kidnapping, but it does not warrant international publicity.

Another group of persons that need to shut up and feel ashamed for saying what they don’t actually do is the hypocrites and pretenders who preach poverty and primitivity in mama land.  Across the water, they went to church and today they drink a little bit of wine and Champagne, they have forgotten the world and the future prescribed to them by the elders. They now call Mama poor, but when they turn around they realize that all the skills they have are copyright of Mama and all that they call healthy eating is the Greens and the Ugali they happen to be missing. The milk they drink is no longer the milk from Chepsitye but from an unknown farmer somewhere. They shuffle through the malls and shops just to find the closest taste of mama stew. They even such and hunt for anybody who is going home, so that they bring them safari shoe, Uji and Kericho Tea, etc. We have not been the best, but under such circumstance the struggle is real everywhere, to malign Mama in an attempt to gain favor or avoid the reality of the new world is an absolute pretense. There is no err in nature that made you belong to a certain Home/family and that is why they say “ Melilchin Kimaget emobchi”.

There are these other groups of friends who try to imagine the impossibility of how to do certain things they had done for 20 years of their life. They pose a lot of irrelevant questions that do not make any meaningful conversations.  These guys will ask you how it feels to use the outside house. It is a Latrine and your grandmother uses it, does it mean you are getting more stupid?  Matters that pertain to excrete is a non- issue and will buy you more ridicule than mercy. Other folks who are just a year in the West and have begun wondering how people at home cook with firewood. You went to college for 8 years to be a Doctor which you are now proficient in it and now you pretend to have no idea of what you did three times a day for 20 years? Traveling should and must be used to the advantage of your family and childhood friends, to insist on unnecessary gossip, hypocrisy, and falsehood to gain friends and personal fortune is an investment on misery in the fast-changing World.

There is also a new breed of a self-made political analyst on facebook and other social media. They never ceased to amaze me when they cite democracies and development. You know how they put it right? I wish Africa will be like USA or UK -the best democracies in the world. That’s a joke.   The USA in its inception did not intend to be a democracy but a Republican government. Democracy implies that the legitimacy of power rests in the majority, however, in the USA slaves, women and those without property were never part of the decision makers. The founding fathers were very skeptical about the proles and they cited that giving them power in decision making will lead them to demand certain rights that will affect the bourgeois.  And the last time I checked, UK is and has been a monarchy with a blend of parliamentary democracy.

Lastly, I want to be specific to this guy who thinks gun rights is a cool policy and should be extended to African countries. I have always wondered whether the reciprocal of not having one leads to more dead? Maybe or maybe not. It is subject to debate as to whether there is a positive correlation between putting more arms in the civilian hands and safety. That aside, as African history is key in understanding how the second amendment came about and if those precautions still exist. This was an amendment for a few reasons: Since there was no standing army and a militia was necessary to protect the people. There was also an issue concerning slavery and for the masters to be able to contain slaves.

N/B Thinking loud- debatable..

And The Poverty of ‘Satisfaction’ Wins.

by Yego, posted in Articles, Life

Where credit be, let it belong, John F. Kennedy on March 18, 1968 while addressing a rally in Kansas said “Even if we act to erase material poverty…. There is another greater task, it is to confront the poverty of satisfaction…….. that afflicts us all”. Words well thought and yes, it was foreseen and now we live in it and it has overtaken the poverty of ‘Basic needs’. The poverty of Africa and the Caribbean is what we have known whether true or justifiable we are aware of the hourly adverts of donation to save a life. My intention to resurrect Kennedy’s words is to reflect on certain individual lives and to put speed bumps to those who are cruising to an undefined destination looking for more of what they do not need or require. The Poverty of satisfaction is the mother of Extremism, poverty of basic needs, immorality, Corruption, 3 jobs for rent etc.

I will rather expound on this concept by reflecting on how the poverty of satisfaction is wrecking the youths. It is putting us into endless dreams, imagination and magnifications of life to ends that will otherwise be achieved after 120 years’ time limit on planet Earth. Consider this scenario as told by a friend in diaspora, trying to find greener pastures. “After form four I really wanted to go to college eventually find a job, build a house and have 2-3 good cows and raise a family.” Here is his present situation: I work 2 jobs, I have a degree, I am planning to marry but I am not sure when and I am thinking of investing in some business. I asked how much money you think you need now and he answered without hesitance that he needs about 10 million shillings and I will humbly go home and start life. It is so exiting to understand how the poverty of satisfaction can magnify your wants/needs without allowing you to climb the ladder from A-Z. This man has shifted his mindset to a different level of thought, but he has not been able to complete his original plan although he is capable of accomplishing it now.

I understand without necessity of burden of  proof that Safaricom, which is a Giant business in Kenya belongs to certain individuals and I truly acknowledge their skills and abilities to set up such a great venture. On the other side, I am amazed to also understand that similar billionaires are also engaged in other activities which have ruined and put the country in great turmoil. Some individuals are mentioned in major scandals and scums, some are political brokers wanting power by pay and others are engaged in drug trafficking and the majority are laundering money. My question is so simple, what makes you want more when you can’t spend what you have? In the end, we are left with the same ends: sleeplessness and dissatisfaction. The only difference between these two ends is that one will eventually exploit or rob the one who is genuinely poor and adds to the excess of what he already has.

Take a great look at the Kenyan politicians and the appointed officials: They earn up to a million shillings a month and then loots everything from the department of disability, youth empowerment or Healthcare to add for themselves. It is embarrassing to belong to such a nation and God himself won’t be fair to Judge me with this heartless persons. To add insult to same wound, they buy a large screen Television to watch the starving Children of the slums and streets. What kind of persons are these? Was it not written somewhere in the Bible that the natural Law of Giving is for the Rich to the poor? How then did we arrive at ‘reverse justice’ as Lincoln once said. Why are the Rich robbing the poor?  I suppose then that in the Land of “poverty of Satisfaction”, moral judgement cannot hold.

Mention any evils of the 21st century and you will realize that the Poverty of satisfaction has been always the root cause. Take a look at the extremism and you will be able to spot the difference. It is a fight of the poor nations with the rich: the rich are trying to quench their thirst of wanting too much for themselves and when greed is in, morals will have no place to stay. If you still question that perspective, consider the recent emergent cases of Homosexuality .The society is overwhelmed by minority funded programs and affirmative actions have been put to place to balance the gradient, eventually the Government with its poverty of satisfaction is creating and making room for more unnecessary bed room affairs into a national budget/discussion. The people are tossing and shuffling life trying to find an end of satisfaction and in so doing, they have become like the man once written to have climbed the mountain and could not realize he had reached the top and began descending from the other side.

I can write endless pages on this topic, but it was not my intention to do so, I only wanted to stir your thoughts and allow those who will read this to reflect on themselves. On what extreme end of life are you? Are you the one taking from the genuinely poor to add to your full pocket? Are you that person inventing a plan each year, but unable to satisfy? Are among the few breeds thirsty for a turn to rob and begin dancing the tune of today?

Personal views subject to constructive critic.