Agwambo’s MPs are going out to do more maandamano against the hustler. When they are satisfied they will rush to the bank, to see if their salary has come in.
Now, it appears, there is nothing to hope for, except more tax, maandamano and maneno.
The Flame of Freedom drains you emotionally. It fills you up with a sense of helplessness and brings you close to a loss of faith in the goodness of human beings.
What is the big question? Azimio’s grievances have been mercurial, where they are not fluid and chameleonic.
Kenya sits at an intriguing crossroads. It’s 60 years of independence and ten years of devolution. Independence in 1963 came with a rich raft of dreams. A blessed land and nation.
Death, in African context, is incomplete for a long time. Provided that at least one person who knew the departed is still alive and remembers them, the person is dead but alive.
The above-the-law-multiple-cross-scissor motorbikes are the ultimate reflection of the state of the collective mind and the sick soul of the nation.
We are destroying the planet. Our activities are destroying the environment and changing the climate, for worse. The globe is warming, as a factor of greenhouse gas emissions.
The cost of living is rising like the tide. I lie if I say I know where we are headed. I can only say we are in a very bad place.
The hopelessness and desperation is real. The recent feverish rush in the Worldcoin saga, and the dizzying scramble for a place in the military, speak to this.
Before the modern-day international system, through the League of Nations and later the United Nations, the story of man was about migration, might and conquest.
We feed ourselves on intended hostility towards those who don’t agree with us, paralysing cynicism, and a sense of rank hopelessness. The heart wants to sink.
The bigger trouble is that we fear the facts. We are content to scratch at the surface and to address the symptoms. The facts are too inconvenient to be confronted.
Some of us remember the royal wedding in 1981, between Prince Charles and Lady Diana Spencer. It was the talk of the whole world, in the prime of our youth.
This year’s Class 8 is the last 8–4–4 cohort all the way to university. The learners must go steady up to the finishing line. They have no room for stumbling.
I stumbled into some of these girls in Kakuma Refugee Camp in the course of investigating the factors behind the longevity of the camp.
The unchanging alphabet of life has taught us that he is wise, he who has received wisdom. The path to wisdom is not coated in honey. Wisdom is often a factor of bitter truth.
Kenyans have been saying things to power for 60 years. Power has not listened. Un jour viendra.
Beware where the sweet birds sing. Many of those who sing of revolutions are in the same nest.
James Orengo has now ring-fenced Luo Nyanza as an exclusively ODM zone. He has appointed one MP as the commander of a latter-day Jeshi La Mzee. Dissenters beware.
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