Thursday, 28 August 2014

CENTRAL/MT. KENYA LEGISLATORS ARE INACCESSIBLE & POOR PERFORMERS!


Mt. Kenya

It is not easy to like Kenyan politicians. All of them; irrespective of party, ethnic, religious or racial affiliation, are irredeemable bloodsuckers who neither care for or about the country nor the people who elect them into office. Media reports indicate that during the last Financial Year Parliamentarians received a whooping Ksh. 3 Billion in allowances for their local and foreign travel. Governors and MCAs were not been left behind and their local and foreign travel may have consumed even a greater fortune. So far 8 foreign countries have reportedly banned Kenyan MCAs from visiting their capitals due to what has been termed as unbecoming conduct and irritating demands. These new village tyrant are now threatening devolution; the very essence of our new constitutional dispensation. You can imagine all this opulence in a country where there are reports of deaths resulting from starvation in several Counties falling under the Arid & Semi Arid Land (ASAL) regions. Kenyan politicians will unashamedly use all manner of tricks to attain or remain in power without regard to the interests of the electorate and the country. Bribery, war mongering, elimination and intimidation of real and potential opponents, ethnic mobilization and violence are their preferred tools of trade. But soon after every general election, these fellows abandon their electorate and hide in the Nairobi where they resort to making lofty demands on the National Treasury for personal self-aggrandizement. 

A section of Mt. Kenya Legislators
Although political deceit is prevalent in nearly every part of Kenya, the most despicable lot of local politicians is the one from Mt. Kenya region as well as their cousins elected in the Nairobi & Rift Valley Diasporas. Once elected into office, politicians from this region behave like aliens towards their electorate. Whereas I personally may not need any assistance from a Governor, Senator, MP or MCA; every so often I encounter a lot of people who genuinely need their assistance. Needy constituents with pressing issues which require to be raised as questions in either Houses of Parliament or County Assemblies. But their “leaders” are simply inaccessible to the voters. Trying to meet a Governor, Senator or MP from this region is akin to seeking an appointment with the earthly Regent of God. But this is understandable. Over 90% of the fellows elected in this region buy their way into public office. They have little time and no regard for their people. To recoup their election expenses, the greater majority of them spend most of their time and energy engaging in nefarious economic activities (they call them deals) which are injurious to their people and the country. There is palpable suspicion that some of them engage in or protect the trade in illicit killer brews and narcotic drugs in their home region. Whenever deaths occur in the region as a result of people consuming illicit liquor, nearly all these politicians maintain a very telling studious silence. Even worse, very few of them can meaningfully engage in a national discourse relating to Policy & Legislation (somebody recently called them former Councillors; he may have been partially right). Their contribution in debates in the National Assembly and the Senate is lackluster and not worth any mention. This poor performance by Central Kenya Legislator affects the entire country. Despite their large numbers in both Houses of Parliament, their political influence is negligible; near ZERO! They are the sole reason their people from humble backgrounds are being subjected to double discrimination in every sphere of the public service in Kenya. 

Mt. Kenya leaders addressing a Press Conference
It is very sad that 50 years after independence; any charlatan, wheeler-dealer, war monger or drug peddler with money to bribe voters or buy cheap liquor for idle youth can easily be elected into “leadership” in this part of Kenya. Kenya will one day change for good but only when a critical mass of voters changes its mindset. To begin with, the people in Mt Kenya region and its Diasporas where nearly 100 Senators and MPs are voted into office in every general election must change the way they elect their “leaders”. Yes, real change must begin somewhere; the Mountain people need redemption and Kenya’s political “salvation” will start from the Mountain!

Twitter: @DeCaptainCFE

Friday, 22 August 2014

THE MAN-BOY: It Takes a Real Woman Can See Below the Labyrinth!


The man-boy is legion; he bestrides the globe 
With an exterior semblance of a man,
Yet his claim to manhood is restricted;
To a phallic extension, elongated legs and facial hair

His currency is young oomph and lofty idealism;
Of assumed grandeur, hubris and conceit;
Hollow words of grandiosity, peppered with rhetorical love
Dominate his speech; where young females abound
His dressing is fancy; decorated with fictitious articles of bling;
Phoney jewellery, hired automobiles and lavish handsets,  
All primed to impress and charm; unsuspecting maidens.

His antics of sophistry, grandiosity and façade of love;
Attract dumb nubile maidens in droves
Like a hurricane lamp does to moths,
Oblivious that an inadvertent encounter with;
The surface of the “hot” lamp is sure death!

The boy-man is no man but a caricature of masculinity,
An irredeemable coward; afraid of his own shadow
The coward in him arouses a woman’s love,
With no intention of loving her back.
Below the veneer of sophistry and grandiosity
Lies an empty shell; of an emotional swindler 
Whose exploits leave in their wake sundry victims;
Once innocent maiden virgins turned emotional wrecks;
And children with no masculine identity!

Twitter: @DeCaptainCFE

Friday, 8 August 2014

WHEN WE MEET AGAIN; I Will Tell You!


The reminiscence of our initial encounter, many years ago;
In that contraption of a steel conveyor, 
Lingers forever in the deepest corners of my intellect;
I stared in awe, as you heartily narrated;
In flawless urban lingua;
The spicy niceties of your village adventure

It was the onset of youth and;
My maiden voyage to the City of Many Lights,
Sitting beside you, in that face-me contraption;
Our bodies pressed together; how can I forget?
Those fleeting moments when the conveyor tumbled,
Upon thumps, and our legs rubbed;
Sending inexplicable electrical tremours down my spine;
Followed by a gush feeling of goodness, inner peace and contentment
I understood not those momentary tremours;
Upshots of hormonal gymnastics, but how could?
I was then a paragon a paragon of innocence!

I wanted to tell you then, but I kept my peace and held my word,
Lest I display the challenge of inarticulacy; in urban lingua!
Until the ride halted, amidst a sea of humanity and infinite contraptions
And you had to hold my hand and act chaperon,
At the crossing of the hectic boulevard; the legendary “GPO”
The warmth of your palm reviving; the shivers of ecstasy! 
Even then we were not strangers, but children of disparate worlds;
You, the daughter of a money merchant; I, the son of a wood sawyer,
Adherents of the mythical decree, enforced by fictional caste;
That goats and sheep can graze together, but cannot mate!

But not anymore!
I no longer lose my way in the concrete jungle;
Nor crave the attention of urban nobility,
With the kindness of Divinity and astute toil;
I have earned my place and space, in the metropolis
And attained the pretentions and lingua of a townie! 
Time and distance separated us, but I know we will we meet again,
It don’t matter where;
In a Church; workroom; contraption; street; mall or blogsphere and;
Whether you now belong to a beneficiary of proximity;
I will still tell you what I thought then; and still do,
That you’re the fairest I had met yet!

@DeCaptainCFE

Wednesday, 6 August 2014

A TRIBUTE: To the People of Lamu; Victims, Widows & Orphans of a War that was Never Yours.



These words;
Parade, formed up, present and ready for your command sir!
Parade will advance in review order, by the centre!
General’s salute; present arms!
Are like music to the ears
Of all Kings, Queens, Princes and Potentates,
They are hallowed in Africa,
Where cultural devotion supersedes nationalism 
And the chorales of these sweet words are;
The principal underwriters of supremacy!
                      
But now, in the hills, plains, and ravines
Of the Congo, Central Africa, Janub Sudan and;
The western shores of the great Indian Ocean
Things are no longer at ease, the cover is out
Cows and goats no longer scour the rich prairies
The fisherman no longer ventures into sea;
The herdsman is now a marksman;
The fisherman a pitchman for bigotry
Defending some mystical authority; ordered by a cultural and spiritual soothsayer!
Oblivious of the dictates by providence and masters of qualified benevolence  

The slopes of Rwenzori are restless, the plains of Jigjiga and Lamu astir;
The lowlands below the Elgon and prairies of the Jade Sea are restive too
As the Lovers of Derriere and the Dragon spur and spar
Over the slimy, smooth and sometimes mucky substance

Abyssinia has a foot in the mix
The Pearl of Africa prefers to bully
Janub Sudan now a pitiable cause 
Kenya no longer watches from the sidelines
But we never learnt, from Nigeria before us;
The dalliance with the slimy substance
Call it the myth of Africanity; the curse of abundance
But don’t we all love energy and influence too? 
Pray fervently that some prophesies should never come true!

@DeCaptainCFE