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Post by jakaswanga on Feb 21, 2013 19:26:50 GMT 3
Msinipatie madoadoa! He was pitching for ODM proper, 6-piece all the way, and that meant giving cause WHY the other members of the family of CORD, needed be shunned! A dangerous ideological rapid. Because it is like sowing discord amongst the family members in cord, --defining authenticity is risky; and, indeed, trying to reverse what now is popularly called the advent of true multi-partism in Luo Nyanza.Candidates vying on the other sister parties have been quick to qualify this (LUOLAND EN ODM and six-peace e yo ma dhi Sayun) as an attempt, a connivance to reserve the goodies for the ODM cronies rejected already by the people. A mere selfish convenience. Somewhere in this august blog, I heard tell of the econometric glands of one, Jukwaa handle Mank, which, hypersensitive as they are to numerical ordinance, salivate recklessly when tickled by the relevant. Would, that my own sociological appetites, would thrill in the same mode, presented with some raw data from the ongoing quagmire in Nyanza, which was ignited by the botched primaries; since it is more to the realms of sociology than political analysis, that the current escalation explains itself. But I rather no do that! It must be quite a force, that humbles Raila into a U-turn in Luoland, less than two weeks before the general election. So what is it, that has bent the iron? [ODM DROPS 6-PIECE SLOGAN] elections.nation.co.ke/news/ODM-drops-six-piece-vote-calls-over-apathy-/-/1631868/1699150/-/10wkvew/-/index.htmlThe famous spin-doctor of Tony Blair, a Mr. Alistair Campbell, once famously remarked: we don't do God! This after there were cheeky rumours that the British PM was a closet born-again Christian, having been converted by a George Bush jnr., during one his camaraderie visits to the Ranch in Texas; and with malicious mischief, a journalist wanted to know if the UK-PM regularly fulfilled his x5/day piety obligations! In British political banter, where Blair was routinely depicted as Bush's poodle, this was twisting the dagger after a successful thrust to the hilt. Medical attendant Campbell retrieved the sword and bandaged the wound: -- we don't do God! This is also the Campbell who thought out Diana's legendary epitaph: she will be remembered as the queen of hearts! Blair was thrilled to use it until, according rumours in Fleet street, the spin-doctor grinned after a long pause: Arab hearts I meant! I suppose that is the black humour of white people! And so I was thinking of all the above, as I took stock of ODM's late retreat from the infamous six-piece straight-jacket for Nyanza zone. Of course I also thought of why Blair did not become Barroso [EU President] --nothing to do with the desire of Arabs to have him prosecuted for war crimes respective his war on Iraq and the lies concerning WMDs, but that is another very long story delving into Anglo-German tribal relationships. But back to Nyanza. As I said, in the rule I do not do generational conflict as a center piece of an analysis; nay, that is sociology which I consider and inferior discipline with respect to politicology. But reality scoffs at pre-conceived paradigms of analysis, so Nyanza politics is forcing me to do generations, and generational conflict, in politics. I think the older folk in Nyanza could live with the rigging, and the imposition of candidates. So too could the majority of the Luo pseudo-intelligentsia, politico-nomenclatura and (reli-)business class. They have known nothing else throughout their lives than sham elections, whether at the hands of Moi's KANU or his successor, Raila Odinga; and a cost/benefit model with our man at the helm would read surplus credit. But the lumpen, young and going nowhere and knowing it, have no time for that, not even for the sensible gospel of 'trickle-down' economics. 'Either we choose ourselves or you can go to hell with your cherished Luo presidency!' they yelled at their elders and senior siblings! A little look at the demographics of voter registration, a little dry-run through a home version of the tyranny of numbers, and no Hope-filled patriot could pretend they hadn't heard that one. And with that, Raila had to vomit and re-swallow bile, publicly. There is no official policy of six-piece voting. CORD, is after all, a single pure bloodline! This victory over the party orthodoxy and the establishment, is the voice of the young becoming policy. The new generation has gate-crushed the door. Like they crushed Kibaki's door and forced the GCG upon him, they now smash Raila's campaign slogan, and force a grand coalition upon him in Nyanza too. Prepare for more from this generation. An idea whose time has come, is a djini outta bottle. But the truth is they have nowhere else to go. Even Uhuruto with their current Kalenjin-Kikuyu coalition will, sooner than later, face the skepticism of this Parisian mobs. Their rebellion is a natural development stage. Ach, boys will be boys! If there is no war going on elsewhere to occupy them, they will create one, against their fathers! elections.nation.co.ke/news/ODM-drops-six-piece-vote-calls-over-apathy-/-/1631868/1699150/-/10wkvew/-/index.html
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Post by jakaswanga on Apr 20, 2013 14:57:37 GMT 3
LUO NATIONALISM has taken another hit. But I do not think this time around, for all the rueful theatrics that was captured best in the wail --Nyanza si Kenya-- by a man in Kisumu, the depth of the pain is as heartfelt as it was back in 2007. Nor is it anything to compare with the three great rocks of boundless pain anchored in the Luo psyche, the deaths of Tom Mboya, Argwings Kodhek, and Robert Ouko. Deaths that have inculcated in the modern Luo, a psychology of what Makau Mutua calls outsiderliness, and what I call ultimate victim-hood. Luo nationalism has taken another hit, but this time in step. Somewhere deep in them, they knew the game was up.
Ever since Raila's lurch to the right, sealed in popular Dholuo usage by the word kopareshen, the Luo have been aware, even if not publicly admitting it, that they re-defined their moral compass to accommodate this new strategy. In other words, they surrendered the moral high-ground atop which nationalists like Jaramogi Odinga and Achieng' Oneko, and especially the rejectionist Wasonga Sijeyo, had stood as they railed the corruption of the Kenyatta-KANU authoritarian banditry. When Raila stood next to Moi, abandoning the opposition to cooperate, Moi was buying out Luo [mythologised] exclusivity to progressive resistance. The Luo were being brought in from the cold, and in exchange for the warmth's of inclusion into power, they were selling their birthright. Of Resistance.
I want to posit, that our --Luo-- political class knew the deal. It was an absorption into corruption. But our PR-pitch at self-delusion was brilliant: A Trojan-horse move we said it was. But one had to assume Moi was as naive as the Trojans were in trusting the Greeks, or that some limitlessly wily Athena, O daughter of Kronos goddess of guile and cunning, was minded to perch permanently on the shoulders of the Luo Agwambo, to ever guide him through the man-eating perils of Kenyan politics.
A great unwritten tale of progressive failure, is the pathology which rendered null and void a unity between Jaramogi and Kenneth Matiba, long before Raila and Kibaki would repeat the same mistake and suffer the same fate, and only at a second go, sign an MOU that would get rid of Moi in 2002. [Matiba and Jaramogi should have done that eons ago].
But back to our narrative: Luo nationalism then held itself low as a most reactionary comprador wing rose to the fore, making itself rich by processes which, in Jaramogi terminology, were the politics of graft and theft which would stunt the country forever: (siasa mag ich-lach gi kuo, gik ma nothir piny nyakachil.] Now, watching our own tribal elite doing the things we had spent decades claiming were 'gikuyu' traits, we developed the new PR-mythology to rationalise the situation: we were toiling like devils on the inside to bring the whole order down, and it was entrenched Kikuyu interests delaying the birth of the new era. A necessary self-deception and scapegoating to cover our own shameful rot. [Some radical Luo economists, purely as academic interest, produced a paper which analysed corruption, ineptitude, mismanagement in Nyanza institutions, and concluded there were no Gikuyus to blame: The pathetic state of Kisumu services then --water, primary schools, lands-office. The white-elephant Siaya Bondo water project, Alensi ma Homabay --voted King of Corruption. Even the success story of Mumias sugar under Kidero, I read was a fake: the EU and Brazil and Russia re-exporting Cuban sugar, could still sell sugar in Kisumu at a cheaper rate than all the sugar companies in Nyanza. 'Your ace-CEO Kidero and his ilk, need MASSIVE STATE PROTECTION to continue their racket', Thatcherite Dr. Kotieno wrote.
Somebody must have suggested it was Kikuyu middlemen [through Gideon Moi] illegally importing sugar to kill off Nyanza industries and punish the Luos. Otieno thought these were obsolete industries that had failed to be innovative in process technology, failed to be efficient in productivity, and were rickety under a bloated stunted management. Uncompetitive both locally and globally.
But the self-deception, which anyway is very human and not only a Luo trait, would hold as long as the promise of the ultimate price was dangling tantalisingly. --Patience, Raila would one day be president. And history would absolve us. What would Raila run on to convince other Kenyans to overcome Luo-phobia and vote for him, given he had abandoned the moral, principled heritage fashioned by his father Jaramogi? This was an idle question for idle academics in the many bars of Nyanza, but the answer would come anyway in one of the most bankrupt satires of the Kenyan political class: 41 against 1. That is, Luo nationalism would ally itself to a rabid anti gikuyu, sectarian thesis whose only claim to power was adequately summarised by the heinous: Kikuyus have eaten enough!
Morally destitute, ideologically bankrupt, totally made-over into posh with a rotten core, conquered and totally submissive to corruption, Luo nationalism ascended to the presidency. Nearly, thatis, as the prophecy of the evil gikuyu found proof in the Kibaki rigging. Kibaki, whom Raila had toshad in backroom deal far from transparency; Kibaki who trashed the MOU, just like Moi too had trashed his MOU with Raila, and Raila in turn walked out on him.
TREACHERY, earlier fronted by the Luos as brilliant Trojan-Horsing moves, had become currency at the top of the food chain, and the Luos were constantly getting the roughshod end. The magic was waning.
Our ethno-centric narrative of being ever victimised hit a crescendo. But on the other hand, only hysteria could now be the way to deny reality. Cold rational thinking could no longer buy the Raila myth. Most of the Luo thinking elite became silent, duplicitously ready to enjoy the proceeds of Raila patronage and sauces, but never rising to his defence. The High point would come when former insider Miguna Miguna would write a book un-robing the emperor. Hysteria from the masses greeted him. But the Luo intelligentsia stayed silent; not ready to deny facts in public and loose all professional credibility. Was Miguna mad? no Luo psychiatrist worth his salt volunteered a comment. Something had gone to the dogs, and we knew it, as a nation.
These were the tidings of defeat. This brand of Luo nationalism had nothing more to offer the Kenyan nation, a nation that had grown younger in population, a dotcom generation heading to vote. By the time old soldiers like Dalmas Otieno were brushing up Water-Melons to shore them up as Kingpins of the reform movement, a wide section of the urban Luo middle-class, most publicly represented by Raphael Tuju and Onyango Oloo TNT, had moved on to something they could much more relate with professionally and financially.
As the ODM primaries in Nyanza degenerated into travesties, it became clear even to some die-hard Luo-lumpem tha the battle was lost, and they sold their ID-cards for as little as ksh. 3000.
Psychologically therefore, I defend the thesis, the Luo had started mourning long before the tyranny of numbers salvo was released. The day they were forced to accept Kalonzo Musyoka back at the top after everything he had done. It was a desperate move, and a funeral beat. So when the election was rigged live on TV by the digital duo, the majority Luo just shrugged and said, that was a long one in coming. Let us get done with the ritual, and move on.
AND in the next post, time allowing, is when I will delve into this moving on. The fight for the soul of the Luo.
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Post by danielwaweru on Apr 20, 2013 16:14:29 GMT 3
Jakaswanga,
I have followed your series with interest, but this latest instalment is perhaps the most moving. In particular, this sentence
Nor is it anything to compare with the three great rocks of boundless pain anchored in the Luo psyche, the deaths of Tom Mboya, Argwings Kodhek, and Robert Ouko.
stirred something deep. Hard to explain. Thank you very much for your time and thoughts; and I look forward to the next instalment. (Can you get the whole series published as an ebook?)
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Post by jakaswanga on Apr 20, 2013 16:20:30 GMT 3
Jakaswanga,
I have followed your series with interest, but this latest instalment is perhaps the most moving. In particular, this sentence
Nor is it anything to compare with the three great rocks of boundless pain anchored in the Luo psyche, the deaths of Tom Mboya, Argwings Kodhek, and Robert Ouko.
stirred something deep. Hard to explain. Thank you very much for your time and thoughts; and I look forward to the next instalment. (Can you get the whole series published as an ebook?)/font] E-book! now that is a thought Daniel. But I actually just do Jukwaa stuff for fun. You know if e-books are fun too?
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Post by jakaswanga on Jun 24, 2013 19:42:02 GMT 3
There is a thread which talks of somethings goods from Nyanza, but the following is definitely something very bad from Nyanza. The current Luo comprador elite at its worst, giving devolution a false start in Luoland. Escalating parasitism into a cannibalistic art. Take a short. EARLIER: ttp://www.standardmedia.co.ke/?articleID=2000086621&story_title=toyota-prados-sh2-5-million-gym-for-homa-bay-county-assembly But the sector ---apart from the independent youth--- and caliber from which the following rejection comes from is ideologically interesting. A traders Union. It is important that criticising these parasites is a spokesperson for TRADERS. Them local traders know they will be on the recieving end of the parisitism of local government. A myrriad of petty taxes will soon start eating into their meagre profits. Also, the tendering system is said to be already skewed toward city-based smooth operators. These are well connected enough to have transferred an investment conference on Homa Bay to Nairobi, where they picked 'commissions' from various 'hospitality' tycoons for having 'facilitated' business. There is thus an internal, intra-class contradiction between the so-called city-pimps on one hand, and grass-roots [local] business operators other hands. And the expenditure regime of the county government will likely exercabate it. The (sub) class interests of this local business clique, if we are to believe their spokesperson, puts them in opposition to such rampant wastage as is proposed by their fresh county government. But those traders who have gotten the contract to supply the fuel guzzlers would sing a different tune I suppose. ---it is the economy stupid. To oppose the devolved system of plunder, what shall emerge in Nyanza therefore, is a complex constellation of forces; some opportunistic, some conscious and principled, but it is Obvious and clear that an ideological fault-line is already glaring a canyon in the make. The different take on priorities, and the order of their urgency on the county [to do] agenda, as pointed above, can not be reconciled by a nationalist cry ---of we are all Luos for instance. Hitherto, we have at various levels disected the content of the character of the petit bourgeoisie elite, the one I habitually describe as comprador. This is the class which by virtue of its position in the social structure, the pool from which the higher echelons of a bureaucracy is recruited, necessarily has moved into the captaincy of the devolution process. Moved into the governors mansions to be. In other words, the ideological complexion of the governors and their cabinet, which shall determine their local economic practice. Because politics is now the most lucrative line of 'business', ---easy rich pickings without the arduous ingenuity of developing a [brand] product, nor the long-term patience of building a consumer base in the open market of commodities, politics has become the 'most competitive' arena for the parasitic class, the bandit bourgeoise of luoland in this case. ### We will soon re-visit Prof. Podp's tutorial on the bandit bourgeoisie. - -En tend kiyaka kendo tend kuo rando. Tend ich-lach mar wich mang'ich, ma ok ne kiny, to ok ne oruye. Tend le ma en gir thim.] A plague of Luo locusts settled on Luoland. Kungu chamo piny, biro dong' buru lilolilo. Kamalet, it must be a relief being a Kikuyu these days . One can point to Nyanza and say correctly. I tell you, it is the Luos themselves who have Always sunk Nyanza with their stupid priorities. Look at them run their own politics and counties now! Lucky they did not achieve state house!And if you are Kalenjin you may quip: Where Ruto only bought one executive jet, Raila would have bought a dozen!Here is PROF. PODP. Aha Aha! The com- prado bourgeoisie of Luoland. Never has a symbol or car so personified a clique in power. TO BE CONTINUED PRESENTLY.
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Post by jakaswanga on Jun 24, 2013 20:20:23 GMT 3
PODP wrote: [/quote] www.standardmedia.co.ke/?articleID=2000086662&story_title=leaders-condemn-county-s-plan-to-buy-prado-vehicles I will be brutal. If the Kenyan state has historically been dominated by a thieving Gikuyu elite drawn from the comprador, using the state for upper class mobility aka primitive accumulation, then the devolution is merely the localisation of the same mentality. The gubernatorial constellation will be the localisation of corruption, wastefulness, incompetence and all the ills that used to be concentrated in Nairobi. But it will take some time before the local populations turn on their thieving sons and daughters in a manner that is life-threatening enough to instill change through fear. This 'ínterim period' of relatively undisturbed reign of comprador cannibalism is the time the devolution and the new constitution bought, the reprieve arising from the positive popularity of the new political dispensation. THE BANDINT BOURGEOISIE. PODP wrote FRIEDERICH ENGELS: Change then must be organised, a scientific process. If only to beat chaos.
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Post by podp on Jun 25, 2013 0:27:23 GMT 3
www.standardmedia.co.ke/?articleID=2000086662&story_title=leaders-condemn-county-s-plan-to-buy-prado-vehicles I will be brutal. If the Kenyan state has historically been dominated by a thieving Gikuyu elite drawn from the comprador, using the state for upper class mobility aka primitive accumulation, then the devolution is merely the localisation of the same mentality. The gubernatorial constellation will be the localisation of corruption, wastefulness, incompetence and all the ills that used to be concentrated in Nairobi. But it will take some time before the local populations turn on their thieving sons and daughters in a manner that is life-threatening enough to instill change through fear. This 'ínterim period' of relatively undisturbed reign of comprador cannibalism is the time the devolution and the new constitution bought, the reprieve arising from the positive popularity of the new political dispensation. THE BANDINT BOURGEOISIE. PODP wrote FRIEDERICH ENGELS: Change then must be organised, a scientific process. If only to beat chaos.[/quote] let me return on the topic which shows devolution of impunity to the Counties! One best nugget is that there is light at the end of the tunnel
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Post by OtishOtish on Jun 25, 2013 20:21:48 GMT 3
He, he, he. For too long one had to be in Nairobi in order to eat properly and stick it to the taxpayer right in the ... forgot what I wanted to write there. But now Kenyans have a new constitution. The last Mau Mau has come out of the forest; so nobody needs to be told anything. Devolution inendelee!
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Post by jakaswanga on Aug 11, 2013 18:11:08 GMT 3
WHERE DID THE YOUNG TURKS OF LUO NYANZA COME FROM? JUBILEE MOLES! There is a creature called planaria. It regenerates all faculties however much you dismember it. That too, is how an idea whose time has come, manifests itself. It becomes a running battle with ever shorter cycles, until its repeated assaults overrun the defences that are keeping progress in check. No holy incantation can exorcise the shetani anymore! -- Ruoth Opaki! Praise the Lord! The other imagery is that of an earth dam, when it is soaked to saturation, and the least path of resistance is broken through. A flood rush is then in the offing. Oula raywoyi biro, yawne yo!Da Ker Mayardit Raila Odinga, H.E Amollo Agwambo, for long an agent of change, finds himself firmly in the corner of those trying to dam the river of change, and change its course, backwards. He is non-committal about free and fair elections which would herald a new era in CORD or whatever, likely because that would mostly sweep away all the cronies beholden to him, cronies whose practice of clientele politics makes him wield the party machinery as a personal whim, while simultaneously drowning him. His catch 22. For instance, his court spent such tremendous resources in the containment of Alegoman Oduol, the cheated governor of Siaya, that they are flabbergasted a quorum has nearly emerged of young Mpigs in Luo Nyanza threatening to go the Oduol way. Independent of Jakom. They are now dubbed young turks. The beseiged old guard of Nyong'o, Jakoyo, Oburu and my main-man Mapambano Kajwang', are using exactly the same tactics that failed to malign Oduol, nor destroy his credibility, until they had to revert to old-fashioned blatant rigging (like Kibaki, like Mugabe, like Museveni, Like Obasanjo! like Putin, like Alexander Lukashenko of Bellorussia, well, like most of the world really!]Somewhere in Muhoroni in this first weekend of August, traditionally the "Nyakach Ochuka " weekend in Nyanza markets, the old guard spoke of the the Young Turks as creatures in the pay of the known enemies of Raila, being used to undermine him politically. That is, an attack on the incompetent running of the ODM elections last time around, and an attempt to refurbish the party, is interpreted as an attack on Raila! Amazingly, Raila bought the garbage, joined the bandwagon and rounded on Ken Obura of Kisumu central: www.standardmedia.co.ke/?articleID=2000090589&story_title=raila-tells-off-obura-over-leadershipAn attempt within the party at a post-moterm is next to not done! Ostrich politics. This Otieno Kajwang', because he was in the immigration docket which failed to supply ID-cards in time to hordes of homeland youth, is ever on the offensive, to cover up the perception on the ground that there was no such thing as the 'tyranny of numbers', just the laziness of Big Mouth Mapambano. KEEP Oddball Podp in mind as we go through these public displays of contradictions inherent within the banditbourgeoisie . Because this storm in a tea-cup we are looking at, is classifiable as an intra-class contradiction. The class in question being the bandit bourgeoisie. Let us now consult Prof. Podp for some prophetic distinctions: COUNTY GOVERNMENTS as microscopic cases of BANDIT ECONOMY captained by the lumpen bourgeoisie? --We have front seats to study the laboratories! Keep your eyes open, yaye Nyikwarjokama!----CONTINUED PRESENTLY. --on a light touch ---MAKAU MUTUA: WHY WE ARE A MEDIOCRE NATION! 5 reasons! www.nation.co.ke/oped/Opinion/Five-reasons-why-we-are-a-mediocre-country-/-/440808/1943560/-/yuitewz/-/index.html
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Post by jakaswanga on Sept 14, 2013 16:48:08 GMT 3
The History of mankind hitherto, is the antagonism between master and slave. Lord and serf. --Frederich Engels. DEALING WITH THE CRISIS IN LUOLAND (KAKA ANYWOLA) The historical resilience of monarchy, which is a dynastic institute, can be evidenceD by the list of countries around the world that practice her as a state form, in some version of another. And more importantLY, the periods in historical time which it has endured, continuously as one unbroken line, or intermittently, but the same dynastic institute. The historical superiority of republicanism, is attested to by the fact that, in the modern era, the super-power countries and competitor pretenders, are republican, where meritocracy is the creed for the top office, even if not the practice. These top-dog countries too, it will be noted, have dislodged themselves from the clutches of monarchy. Whether revolutionary Russia contra Tsarist Russia; Red versus Imperial China; Republican France versus royal France; Modern India versus Moghul India; or the USA in jailbreak from the Queen of England's castle ---the American war of Independence.The monarchies that have wanted to stay competitive and be relevant as modern countries --Japan, the United Kingdom, have been forced to reduce their royal houses to ceremonial hollows, or mere entertainment celebrities --cultural artifacts for comical relief and nostalgia, like we recently saw at Elizabeth's Jubilee sailing the Thames, soon after the London Olympics of Mo Farah fame. ================================================================== In fact, in Africa, all the effective parties that mobilised nationalism for decolonisation, were led by republicans ---like Jomo Kenyatta and Jaramogi Odinga! Soon to entrap themselves in the web of dynastic duplicity. The new younger Odinga is Da Ker Madit, the new younger Kenyatta the Muthamaki! --wither the republic! to be continued. I have now found the time, imprisoned indoors by a raging torrent from the skies, to take a spirited look at SIAYA as it prepares to bite the bullet. SIAYA MOWUOK GI SIAYA MONG'ENG', A TALE OF TWO COUNTIES IN ONE! Siaya occupies a special place in my heart. It was the place of my many initiations into successive phases of consciousness. And it was IN her secondary schools that the excesses of adolescence afforded me many facial scars. No civilisation nor amount of education is ever gonna prevent me from fighting over women --- Slap my wife Kidero , an eye for an eye it would be for me! Mutunga and his courts do not look convincing to me! But Siaya is a story I can not tell without a detour to commemorate my father -- O my Old Man of the Lake. A fisherman he was, of the OLD [realist] SCHOOL. Steeped in the mystique of Old Afrika, immersed wholly in the practicals of fishing. A Waterman, no astrological pun embedded. Life he taught me, was fish and women, and you could fish for both, thinking of them as the same life-fulfilling thing. A very fishy world-view one can say. 'Have you caught any fish?' they would ask him at the shore, back from a foray into the Water Planes [Paw-Pi] or the 'Infirm Flat' as the surface is often fondly called. Looking at his near empty boat he would respond not without some wickedness. 'Bad day, caught only enough to feed fish!' He referred to my 'mothers' as fishes, delicacies he could feast upon daily, repeatedly if need be, but treacherous creatures on whose hunt everyday was a drowning risk taken: living on the Waters we say, is a daily dance on top of a watery grave [ Janam Janimo]. I and my brothers went separate from him in a wave of modernisation and we do call our wives 'honey'! This sounds more politically correct, since my fiancee when she still was, poured soda on my face when I kissed her with a 'Hey, nyamamba! in e re chunya hiye!" --[translation]--'Hey, my Tilapia, you are a real catch to my heart!' The soda blinded me, and female blows thudded on my head before the waiter came to my aid. That settled it. From that day, 'Honey' it has been! and though I still prefer fish to honey as a daily meal, I do not want a daily domestic arguing this point. NB: Honey in the language of the Water-people is 'Mor Kich'. Mor Kich translated back to English is Oil of bees. And so in our family taking after TM Aluko english made famous in the Old Man and the Medal, we call our wives 'Bee-Oil'! And the politics of the pronunciations involved here are a story for later. Anyway my dad, to his death, he stuck with 'fish'! his wives were fish, and fish was his life. Like he shook his head when I informed him times and changed and honey was the politically correct term. He said: 'Illusion! Honey is always sweet. In real life, women can stick in your throat like a fish-bone to the uninitiated; they can slip out of your grasp back to the sea where they come from; and sometimes one can fall into the arms women who, fanged like a school of angry piranhas, would scavenge one to the bone in months if not days! Honey? that is mysticism, I prefer reality! Fishy creatures! them women!' --That was Jakaswanga senior for you! Fishy man! I gave up on him on the day I explained to him what misogynist is, and that he was one hell of a personification thereof: he looked at me with awesome sorrow as he pulled my feet widest: 'how come I have more women than you angel?' he gaped at me, 'and how come I live with them all longer than your ilk? Fish! man, Fish! they prefer misogynists like me! real men who hook them, fry them, roast them, or eat them raw on the spot! on boat or on land! Son, they do not like fake cartoons from book learning like your ilks! Be a man, O son of my Fish, fish! and fish!' Yes, that was the kind of man he was, my dad. A fishes man! And he sure did his best to upgrade me into a real fisherman, instead of some sissy Christian choirboy with a castrated heart of extinct passions. It was this 'raw' man who first took me across the lake to Siaya county, and made me promise to go to secondary school in Siaya county. 'The perch from Siaya, you like them, son!? Paper report-cards you send to my brother in Mawego, I do not read those'! is how he would always later greet me. Ordinarily during the holidays when my modernist uncle released me from Mawego school to go back to my fisherman father with his dark, unchristian ways, my dad and I would pack into the boat and wander the beaches as nomads. As a young boy he would throw me into the deeps and shout 'FLOAT OR DROWN, TWO RULES ONLY! LIVE OR DIE! IT IS YOUR CHOICE!' and away he would paddle furiously to make the point. One day he had to come to my aid and pump the water out of my lungs in the dark. I failed the ultimate test: deep overboard in the dark in a hard rain, I panicked. My dad was brutal: 'ALL WEATHER ANYDAY ANYTIME WE SAIL! One day, if you live and sail the waters long enough, the boat will capsize in the dark in the tropical rain. I wont be there to fish you out! Never panic in the water. Embrace her, in death and life. Death by drowning, is the ultimate honour of US water peoples, a watery grave we must crave!' ---Such was the romance of the Lake in my youth. BACK BACK TO SIAYA. [time allowing we will tell at length the tale of the fisherman later if not elsewhere] My dad prepared a special trip, to one of the beaches in Siaya county. We sailed Oyamo and the islands of Saga and Saka ---where the Colonial administration had once run a jail-colony featuring up to some Mau-Mau men like, if I remember local legend correctly, Njeri-Nyeri the Rastafarian. He was found sea-sick and possibly snake-beaten in what is called 'abuoro' [floating reed island]. Nursed back to life, he was gently detained [that is forced to marry and enter into the community]. He stayed for a while, planting the fire of Uhuru from the whiteman, before he later disappeared to find his way back to his people. Nothing was further heard of him. From Saka island we went to Uhanya in Yimbo, and finally to beached at Usenge --Later a smugglers paradise at the height of Amin's rule. The purpose was a pilgrimage to climb Got Ramogi, and offer some choice fish as hecatombs at an altar atop that mountain which my father insisted was a DEFUFA. Defufa is an old Nubo-Sudanese term for man-made PYRAMID, as in a weather-beaten pharaonic tomb. My dad's pronunciation was 'Dehuha'. Ramogi Ajwang' is more or less the founder of the Luo nation in Kenya and Tanzania. This Ramogi is the grandson of the even more famous [in general LWo history] Ramogi [1] the son of Podho. At Podho, fiction meats history and produces myth. When the brothers Opir and Dipir had their famous disagreement which was resolved in such outrageous but definite fashion, one wing wet West, the other East. That is in the equally famous BACK TO BACK GOODBYE OF THE LWO. Podho, by one account, epitheted as Ochung' wuod Ariwa, is short for Podho-Chieng', which is West, or Yimbo in the technical sense. But in the mythological sense, North [ Nyandwat], West [ Yimbo], South [ Milambo], East [ Uguwe/ Massawa] are names of the first generations of immortal mortals, mixed breed, that is the sons of Gods and Earthlings. This is stuff you do not want to enter even as an academic exercise! The spectacular dalliance in bed between Earth and Heaven, known in biology as the BIG BANG, is what we are talking about here! Well, my dad did not quite put it like that. He just said Ramogi Ajwang' Nyakwar Onam was burried at the Dehuha in Yimbo popularly known as Mount Ramogi, and he had been such a skilled military and political leader that it should be embedded in my mind that, just as Jesus rose to heaven, and Mohamed too they recount, rose to heaven in chariots of fire, Ramogi Ajwang' too rose from the top of this Dehuha, back to his heavenly grandfather! We had a good catch, and my dad quickly fished some women from the shore to prepare the fish for the sacrificial ritual on top of the Holy Mound. We did not forget a dark hen and a gourd of blood mixed with goat-milk as is specified in the 'katkaesim' of paganism. So that, on the way up, so armed, should a flying snake issue from the undergrowth, or ooze out of some hidden cave on the side of the mountain, and, while fluttering like a Huey chopper maintaining position above a windy scene, in a human voice mimicking one of our ancestors, say Jok, INQUIRE where the two wayward travelers were minded to head, we would toss it the hen to secure quick passage! Too, my dad did not forget to be thorough. The mountain was rumoured to be a snake park, some of them of deadly venom unknown to science. We therefore rubbed ourselves in snake-repelling plants and animal dung concoctions. The climb was smooth. There, picnicking on top of Got Ramogi, letting the aerial of surrounding sink in, my Old Man unleashed his nuclear bomb. He made me climb on his shoulders and rotate around, pinpointing for me the geographical landmarks General Ramogi had memorised as he stood on top of his future grave, and ordered his key lieutenants to domesticate and extend the vision. Beyond Naya in Uyoma, the Huma mountains across the water, later famous for the Simbi Nyaima legend. too, Bunyore and Kajulu Hills, and the Nyabondo Plateau which after a few hundred years will be the DEHUHA of Rabala Ochuka. There too, below the horizon in the lake, Sirafwongo, Mfangano and far-off Gembe ranges from whose top Kisii Highlands is the limit this side and Kilimajaro the other! Men of a warrior breed would have to beat a path to the top of those hills and look beyond, to colonise the land. It was a drive which would soon meet its great wall. The Maragoli, Kalenjin, Kipsigis and Kisii in a pact, faced the expanding Luo in a heroic battle that gave birth to the legend of Lwanda Magere. Magere Nyakwar Ramogi would do such killing duty that he became a God in folklore, but the borders of Luoland at the time he fell, are fairly what they still are today. [The way some of these peace treaties were signed is a story apart! But in short, blood was mixed with impunity!] Well, So fearsome is the cult of Lwanda Magere that the comprador elite dominating Luoland post-independence have never NAMED anything after Lwanda Magere in the public space!MOI STADIUM KISUMU is the one my lobby group denoted to be named Lwanda Magere Sports Complex, to house a sporting club with a similar name. Nothing doin', even after it was explained that the fearsome military prowess and savage brutality of Magere is better subsumed in SPORTS competition in modern Kenya, than in a Luo street gang. ---A gang was threatening to emerge from Nyalenda slums, adopting the name Lwanda Magere! Could not think of a greater sacrillege!But back to the picnic: My dad lit a fire and we started to roast the goodies and warm the fishes. Then he struck again, just as I was about to swallow the whole gills of a Ngiaba Nyamami fish. 'My brother in Mawego tells me you are doing good in Church. That you have swallowed this whiteman story of some dead guy named Jesus and, hook line and sink, they are even giving you a new name to prove it! Good. Is that so, son of my good fish!?' I did not like the look in his eyes. My mouth went dry and the fish in my mouth lost taste. Staring at me with a bit of mock, he removed a laced cigarette, traditionally rolled in brown sugar-paper, and asked me to light it for him. 'Feel free to take a puff, O son of my good fish!' he said. 'I am not opposed to this whitemen's fairy tales you know. Nothing beats a good yarn, good sex aside. It is just that I gathered that, if you are smart or stupid enough to believe Jesus rose from the dead and ascended to heaven as their book says, then equivalently, you should be stupid or clever enough to believe Ramogi Ajwang' ascended to heaven right from this very spot at which we sit!'The look on his face, a fanged animal devouring prey! 'Quid pro Quo, I do not think that is a bad trade, realistically speaking, whites call him Jesus, Arabs Mohamed, I call him Ramogi, Wahindis with theirs too, Peace be upon the earth? What do you think you, O son of my special fish with a slippery tail and a big juicy chest! Huh?!'My head, if I remember correctly, swam. But then, perhaps it was the laced cigarette I had lit for him, and dragged. My Chest heaved. 'You have forgotten you were the guy tending the goodies on the fire! They are burnt! And eat your fish boy, it has gotten cold in your mouth! We have a hard way down. I want to race you over the stones and rugged curves on the back of the mountain slopes, to show you the power of fish, and show you why your mothers at home call me marathon man! --Fish my boy, fish! All fish!' THAT WAS MY INITIATION INTO SIAYA AS THE CRADLE [and the fishermen's cult of Ramogi so to speak]. Like Mecca is the spiritual home and the Kabaa the holy rock, so is SIAYA the sprittual home and Got Ramogi the holy rock. And it will be noted, that first of the modern Ker [modern in the sense of confronting the biggest modern challenge which was the coming of the WHITEMAN] enshrouded himself in the myth of Ramogi. He, Oginga Odinga, took as crown title, not Ker but became a JARAMOGI. His side-kick Nyakech Oneko Jakabudha, appropriated the title RAMOGI. --This Ramogi brand is also the name of the famous FM station whose propaganda motto is: Duond Jokanyarnam, Kar-Chuny-Jaluo! The voice and heart of the Kavirondo republic! [Was a spectacular advert tool until it ran into its own internal contradictions, allowing it to be marginalised upcountry where the heart beat! and precipitating a total rehab back to competitiveness] well ---every strand in this tale is a long tale and I am runnin out of time. So a quick one on the fortunes of the Kavirondo royalty.. What had started as leadership achieved by ability by the founder of the dynasty, and enhanced by the son Raila, also by ability, has been allowed to decay into the usual internal corruptions and ideological bankruptcies, or the degenerative dynamics of a ROYALTY AND MONARCHY hijacked by courtiers of no other consequence, and rendered historically obsolete. As Raila Odinga prepares to go to Siaya, to campaign for a candidate, Rasanga, clearly the lesser in ability of Oduol, he Raila signs the certificate of his own irrelevance to the future of Siaya. He proves himself a thing of the past, captive to retrogression. For a leader who wishes his people the worst of two alternatives, has a mind already gone.Go the Luo go! toward a new cradle! wacheni hiyo Siaya to be a museum of ukimwi, teenage pregnancies, school arsons, beach prostitution, youth destitution, child mortality, and other feudal monuments of backwardness easily verifiable by statistics! Build a forbidden city in Bondo as the King's palace to be a tourist attraction, where we can come to marvel at what went wrong! ---if you vote Rasanga! ====================== THE OTHER SIAYA. There is the dormant Siaya. That of vision. Odera Akang'o, Argwings Kodhek, also Ofafa [that is the Maringo and Kumbini name-giver], Obondo Mumbo [agemate to Gor Mahia and an earlier version of the contemporary propher Owuor]. Ohanga Ja-Alego DC, Mboga Thuon Jarawilla [whose story Mboya Paul Akoko Jakarachwonyo told so well]. And Jaramogi Odinga and Oneko with their socialist vision for Kenya and Afrika. VISION MEN whose minds shone the future! ---That is the Siaya that needs to be unearthed. Buried deep under the ODM slime caking at the top. Odera Akang'o who I believe the Maseno University should be name after, was the man who, even if dubbed a collaborator chief by some Luo historians, signed the greatest-impacting Memorandum of Understanding. Convinced the power of the whiteman lay in his formal modern education, Akang'o enforced an unprecedented regime of school terror on Gem and surroundings. Only Joseph Stalin, on his enforcement of total education to prepare the Soviet Union for forced industrialisation, have I seen exacting such terror on a peasant population to force their children to school, and literacy, and new modern skills. 20 years later, Gem was like what we these days call a Brain-Campus. That is those cities hosting big R&D companies where everybody you meet is working on a Phd on something you never heard of, but which you will use tomorrow on your handheld [electronic] device. Omollo Okero, probably the greatest snob to have come out of Luoland put it like this: ' Ka in Jagem, to in-gi digri achiel. Ling' thi, nikech digri achiel en bedo ja-nursery e Gem ka! Omiyo nyaka iling' ka jomadongo loso!' ---If you are from Our Gem, and all you have is a single bachelors grade. Shut up. Becaue here in Gem, that is a nursery school grade. And babies shut up when elders speak!' But these days? in the wisdom of the emperor Raila, the visionless mediocrities of the Amoth Rasangas must run Siaya! It is raining on you Siaya, watch out for the downpour! ---In memory of Oki Ombaka, sometimes teacher at his local in Gem whenever the UON was closed! I will be back! with stories about a man called Okatch Biggy and a band called Mutumbu, and how they were scared of the High Waters when we pulled them to Migingo! [Maberberie e miwero! --he never sang about that one!]
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Post by jakaswanga on Dec 30, 2013 23:39:35 GMT 3
ARE MY FELLOW JALUOS PLOTTING A BLOODLETTING WITHIN THEIR ODM?That moment in a cowboy movie, before the shoot-out in a bar! Sheriff Clint Eastwood, his eyes narrowed to mascara lines! Those whose party support is already wavering! ---After Kidero and Dalmas have been given the Judas kiss by some sychophants, effectively accused of crossing to the other side and working in cahoots to divide Luo Nyanza, distributing rotten money in Harambees, I think this is the proverbial writing on the wall. Or the deep-throated Tribune standing atop the podium in the center of the Roman market, announcing the names of the damned traitors to be executed, forthwith. The Emperor's edict! The currently most high-profile ELECTED politician of Luo origins, governor of the mightiest, and most cosmopolitan county in the republic, has been labelled a traitor in his ‘’homeland’’ by his own people! ------ Ayayayayayaya! Jothurwa otoyo chonga! Anaring nadi???It could also be called a community in self-destruction mode! [were it not that I have a theory which solves this as a storm in a tea cup. Or as we prefer to say: a storm in a dish of fish soup!Obviously things are coming to a head within this group of loafers. The comprador bourgeoisie of Nyanza are gathered to slay one of their own. They recognise this is not William Oduol to be squashed between two nails ---though that proved nearly impossible and Raila had to campaign like a devil to have Oduol quashed in the Siaya gubernatorial. These loafers recognise there is a need for the whole Luo nation at large to be mobilised, to as one, point an accusing finger at Evans Kidero and have him exorcised ---Kwede! Kwedeuru! En Ja-TNA! Gini odhinwa kucha!This is the same poison reptillian side-kicks of Raila like phil were bleating about William Oduol in Siaya! [En Ja-TNA! Okuyo tiyo kode! En Osiep Onyango Oloo – Jakondele! Jajukwaa ! Gini en kimirwa! Lorrneuru oko! Uweye e koyo!35 MPIGs, a host of whom frauded their way into office ---beneficiaries of those auction-ridden, corrupt and rigged ODM primaries---- are purporting to speak for Luoland! A very fishy business! I debate their legitimacy! charlatans! Good for them though, Old brooms sweep best, therefore the whipping up of hysterical wails to remind of the Gikuyu Luo hatred, is the weapon of choice of the gathered Luo political elite. This too, was the same tune bellowed to exorcise Miguna, billed as Njuguna Njuguna. The gospel of hatred and small village xenophobia. You would have thought they would discuss the sugar industry in the light of planned privatisation and liberalisation! And what it means to local cane farmers and company land holdings! You would have thought they would discuss the resumption of intra-lake travel, Bukoba Kisumu Jinja, Mwanza Usenge-Homa Bay, which would necessitate a clean sea route, the watery equivalent of the Iron snake [SGR]. You would have thought they would discuss Migingo, and the state sponsored fish piracy of the Ugandans. You would have thought they would discuss the expropriative taxes levied by the counties, where women selling three pineapples at Sondu or Chabera; coming to sell mandazi with Uji at Awasi on a market day, selling a handful of kitungus at Bondo, are taxed more than their whole stock, before they even make a single sale![You would think it is profit which should be taxed; but when a mananas of sweet-potato seller at the end of a long day has made ksh. 200, and the market county tax is ksh. 150 for the same day, what is the economic rationale one is looking at?] Instead, the comprador parasites gathered at Bondo to condemn a fellow comprador, so to clear the path for our favourite comprador to go for it for the last time! Unopposed! But just like I think Uhuruto is fooling themselves taking about their uninterrupted 20 years in power, so too do I think our Luo comprador elite is busy fooling themselves flagging their dead horse. Otherwise why do they not want a COMPETETIVE PROCESS to pick the party ticket Kenya-wide?? Why this preference for ‘’reserved slot’’, or Raila’s entitlement? Where is the meritocracy in that in 2013? Just think about the possibility of Peter Kenneth running for President with the slogan: the choice of a new generation! Methinks the bodabodas of Nyanza would vote for him against an aging Raila dripping the blood of Evans Kidero, Dalmas Otieno, William Oduol, Shem Ochuodho, …. Elizabeth Ongoro! Never in our history, has a Luo leader done such uttermost best to murder fresh talent. Every competent Luo, a traitor. Gini ok wanyal kawo gi telo ilani. Yawa.www.standardmedia.co.ke/thecounties/article/2000100997/nyanza-leaders-meet-as-pressure-mounts-to-tame-the-odm-rebels?pageNo=3Read more at: www.standardmedia.co.ke/thecounties/article/2000100997/nyanza-leaders-meet-as-pressure-mounts-to-tame-the-odm-rebels?pageNo=2 Young Turks have shifted their allegiance and are out to cause havoc in the party! ----Premier Recep Tayyip Erdogan speaking perhaps? Of the youth saying he has overstayed his welcome on the streets of his cities?
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Post by jakaswanga on Jan 18, 2014 13:54:37 GMT 3
PROFESSOR WILLIAM OCHIEN'G DIED AND THE FACTIONS OF THE ELITE JOSTLED TO CLAIM HIM AS THEIR OWN!www.standardmedia.co.ke/lifestyle/article/2000102031/ochieng-the-solid-public-intellectual-who-was-a-blessing-to-kenyaBut No, this is not about his work. This is about political b!tches squabbling for the honour to transcribe his death-mask! Osiepe, We visit the funeral of former scholar in History William Ochieng’ and take a back seat. The front seats are all booked by dignitaries –of the Jakom jogi dwaro negi tongue-licks [see jukwaa.proboards.com/thread/6819 ]; and interposed in between, are many a neutral heart, out to discern how the chips will fall, and jump to the side of their profit. You see the occasion of professor William Ochieng’s funeral, provided a podium on which some Luo domestics with national repercussions, would be entertainingly aired and scrutinised. These would not exactly be fault lines, but more of cleavages, more of indicators --like the seductive half-near smile of a sex worker in an auction place, informing a prospective Demand that she is not yet engaged for the coming hours. There, in Usenge man but Majimbo e tie Got Ramogi in Yimbo, in Bondo district in Siaya county, TNA supremo Migosi Onyango Oloo and ODM-SG Ngire Anyang’ Nyong’o, staged a protocol battle, grotesque and cabaretesque, which needs some flowery deconstruction. Now, I am sure a healthy lot of you are abstainers from stuff that erodes the retention power of memory neurons, so that they will remember the early days of the GCG when Raila and Kalonzo would scramble for the microphone, or shy away from it, for that defined their place in the hierarchy under the [election rigger?] Kibaki. In some countries, it is the proximity of ones seat to the King at dinner which is the top act in court cabaret. Well, the ground shifted and politics moved on, and these days as Kalonzo and Raila wander their political graves, the time they wasted in petty squabble must surely torment their dead souls. For to me now, they look like political ghosts lost in a graveyard, each searching for his grave to rest in peace! And with scandals, skeletons like LAPSSET rattling in the state closet, there is only so much pretense they can put up as the opposition. Now on CORD, with Alfred Mutua neutral in WDM, and Evans Kidero lukewarm in ODM [he is running for a seat below par in his party’s elections], the digital duo backed by Onyango Oloo ;)TNT can still out-steal the corded duo on a return match. Methinks the threat to the Uhuruto regime comes from other quarters, and not the deflated ticket of Railonzo resuscitated into a groggy zombie. So when we heard the TNA SG was coming to deliver the presidential obituary in respect of the history scholar from Nyanza, some of my friends placed bets. Would he be heckled? Or would it be a die and let burry? Would he provoke, the agent provocateur Onyango unable to contain himself and unleashed!? Professor Kaimenyi of education whom I thought would have been the befitting reader of the state obituary to a fellow scholar fallen, obviously did not fit the bill for this occasion. Too light I suppose the Nancy Gitaus and Anne Kugurus of State House had decided. Though I do not out rule the option that Jakondele himself, a wolfish grin on his face, had informed: let me handle this, I can test the waters deeper in Nyanza! Just sit baaaaaack! Speeching last, ordinarily gives advantages to the glib. One of the greatest illustrations of this, is what happened when Marcus Antony rose to speak last at the funeral of Julius Ceasar, the dictator who had been murdered on the floor of the senate. Antony, a powerful orator, demolished earlier prepositions, discredited earlier assertions, and closed the argument to his own devices. So it is reasonable to attend that, when people disperse from a gathering, what is retained most in memory are the last speeches if good. The show-toppers. [Though were it a sex worker to be shared amongst studs, the battle would have been which man goes first!] Anyway, Anyang’ Nyong’o feared the wicked TNT tongue of Oloo could run roughshod over him, like Antony over Brutus at the aforementioned funeral in Rome. The professor was not going to open himself to ridicule, nor let himself be upstaged by the TNA demon, TNT. No way. www.standardmedia.co.ke/thecounties/article/2000102093/oloo-nyong-o-differ-on-who-should-speak-first-at-prof-ochieng-s-funeralThis dread fear by Nyong’o, couched in protocol tatters and related obfuscations, in an area which is Raila’s backyard and so, supposedly, pure ODM blood , reveals just how fluid the ground is, and therefore uncertain the ‘’owners’’ of geographical cum tribal-homeland areas are. Nyong’o knew the crowd could elope with his TNT opposite, and therefore he could not develop the confidence to toy with Oloo, whatever the sequence of address. So it came to pass, Nyong’o spoke last, but wonder of wonders, he still needed a re-direct in the form of a later press release/conference to further attack Onyango Oloo’s utterances during the funeral. [Oloo had cause ripples by stating that it was very well for Luo ODMers to yell everyday that the Jubilee government in Nairobi had done nothing, yet a closer look at home, revealed their own governors were exquisite Ao-yaye! [ Ere gima giloyogo ji ka mondo obed ranyisi ni pinje? Donge en mana thoro athora njawo lep nono! Kayiem!] The aging professor had not been quick enough on his feet, nor agile enough upstairs to knock Oloo out on the spot for this kind of heresy! [NB: Soon, the professor would withdraw from defending his position as the ODM SG. But TNT could still live to rue having expedited Anyang’, because the replacement could turn out to be a more robust and cocksure operator, beyond Jubilee!) Oloo TNT had of course no sooner done the president’s message, than he took foray into some heavy political punching. ---- ‘Ni koro an andhoga nikech an e TNA? Yawa! Multiparty-ni-eri kara en paro ma pok odonjo e wi jomoko, ni en yiero, ni en the freedom to choose!’’(Some have whispered I am a traitor because I belong to TNA!? Such are late to the recognition of what choice is, what freedom to choose is! Independently decided!’’ --- To bende, tiyo e sirikal mar Jubilee donge en mana Kopareshen mung’eyo a nene cha? Koso jomoko omonopolise the concept of kopareshen!? Ni gin kendgi ema nyaka gimi jopiny thuolo mar timoe!’’(Besides, working with and in the Jubilee government will just be the cooperation you all know! Or is it that only specific politicians monopolise that concept!? And they are the ones who must give the people the green light to make their choice!?) --- Jowa! Piny tinde ochiew! Kaka ok anyal wuondou, e kaka kik uwe jomachielo mondo owuondu be? Kel pachi iwuon wane!(‘’Yawa, the nation and people have awoken. Just like I can not fool you, so too allow not others to cheat you! Come forth and behave with your own mind!’’ This was pure evil. A profanity. An act of sacrilege. This was undressing an egwugwu in public, the thin attempt at veil a mere mockery! Alas, there were no jeers; there were giggles and amused winks as heads were slanted in conspiratorial fellowship: damn right, but do I say!? There were not even the uncomfortable sarcastic laughs soliciting a quorum to heckle this ‘’gikuyu stooge’’! And the old soldier Nyong’o must have read and understood the omens: in the new dispensation, with this relatively youngish audiences, even in Bondo, 20km from the Opoda Shrine, the heretic Onyango Oloo could trumpet his sinful gospel, and not run into a spontaneous lynch mob operating on an automatic rapid response mode. Iko mabidiliko. The charge traitor heretic did not stick. It was a kopareshen boomerang. And of course all these were coming just a few weeks after the ODM nyanza group had disgraced themselves by mobilising to ban Harambees by certain people in Nyanza. www.standardmedia.co.ke/thecounties/article/2000101630/how-raila-s-bondo-meeting-turned-chaoticA harambee ban coinciding with a period when calling letters to Form One are set to arrive and Harambees to raise the fees would be a battle cry in every other home! Oops, it was a nightmare situation to have a ‘’traitor’’ [an andhoga] being the most sensible amongst a people! ------- Koro mano e kaka nyocha Onynago Oloo oolo koyo kuom Anyang’ Nyong’o e liend Wiliam Ochieng’. Mano e kaka nyocha onyiedhore oko ni en jakopareshen masani, kendo omedo gwelo Luo moyie, mondo ounge lwedo e tiyo kod sirikiandgino! ‘’Onge achune! Kidagi, to idagi adaga. To katakamano kaw kori iwuon, kaka pachi iwuon olosoni. Kik iwe ng’ato kawni kori, to iyier ma chunyi iwuon ong’ado bura mitne. Yaye, mana kaka hera bende dwaro ng’at moyie ma lonyo ahanda mare kende!’’‘’You can not be forced to make this choice. If you say nay, then nay it shall be. But make sure it is your own nay! The thought of your own mind, the conclusion of your own heart. Do not be somebody elses sheep to herd! Not mine, not anybody elses. Not Onyango Oloo’s, not Anyang’ Nyong’o’s Just independent!’’ There was a malevolent accent in Oloo’s ideological disbursement, as if he was hinting Raila himself, for all opposition, has an ‘’open hot kopareshen line’’ to the Jubilee top. And that is how he could be of use like Moi, to open a railway station in Nairobi. ‘ ’Kik ng’ato wuondi e piny-ka, ni kopareshen onge. Malo ku ji wuoyo seche duto, kendo ji limore! ----In jogi duto wachoni, ni Jubilee rach, to simbegi opong’ gi nembeni mag jo Jubilee, kendo mosiko gigoyo simo mag manyo contract mag Ohala! Koso uparo joma luonga adhogagi pok ogona simo mondo agonygi kod connections ma an-go, mondo gichiem!''
''Ka giromo koda kenda, to ni: Oloo we chiemo kendi, gonya!. Ka giromo kodu to ni Oloo en andhoga! Yawa, ogandawa, ng’ano ma wuondo ng’a! thoo!
Donge in to iwuondi piny ka? to malo ji chiemo kanyakla! Tang’uru, nyikwar Jokanyarma![/font] (Let not others fool you there is no cooperation. At the top, people talk daily and visit each other regardless of party affliation. Down here they advise and embargo on Jubilee, yet their mobile phones are full of Jubilee contacts, and they are ever on call, hunting for business contracts! When they meet me in private, they entreaty me to remember them, when they address you, they condemn Oloo the traitor! Who is fooling who!?’’) orated spring-tongued Jakondele. That is the kind of Lutheran Reformarsi poison Anyang had to fight! The old orthodox soldier threw in the towel. He is too old and sick for that kind of sh!t. He can retire gracefully and enjoy his Lupita’s stardom before that eating cancer has a final say. Those who have followed and seen Richard Williams follow and enjoy the success of his genial daughters Serena and Venus at tennis, will know the joys a dad can derive from the antics of meteoric offspring! And what would the dead Ochieng’ have made of it? He would have loved the controversy. There were days he too was branded a ….. too close to KANU-Moi. He had been the first cooperator, long before the Luos had ever heard of that word! And now in death, both sides of the political divide were falling over themselves praising him to the sky. With his customary provocative, insufferable arrogance, Jamajimbo William Ochieng’ would say: I told you, I was always the most far-seeing and cleverest of my generation! [Ngugi, Taban, Mazrui and the rest? I showed them dust to the end!] I will be back! When Ngugi supported Kibaki after his rigging, Ochieng’ spit in my bowl of fish at Hotel Lwang’ni in Kisumu. He knew I respected Ngugi some: '' Omera, Ngugi giri mihero kendo iluoro, wigi notow chon! ---otow kaka yier me ng’ony dau ma nosetho chon! Ibiro tho ka ifuwo, bi apuonji agoli e mudho! An ariek wang’chieng’ maler!’’
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Post by jakaswanga on Feb 4, 2014 23:06:12 GMT 3
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Post by jakaswanga on Feb 11, 2014 20:26:38 GMT 3
BITING THE HANDS THAT FeD YOU, URINATING IN THE POND YOU DRINK FROM, and other AKSANTE YA PUNDA mentalities.The bandit bourgeoisie of Luo Nyanza have a domestic, and it is not about the sugar industry, nor about the potential cash crop cannabis; nor is it about security or insecurity; nor the irrational taxes imposed by the predatory governors and their thieving sidekicks aka MCAs. Nor is it about inept and incompetent county executives who, parading the most primitive forms of misrule (Kisumu the Luo capital with Agwambo’s sister as deputy governor being a perfect example), compose the worst imaginable PR disaster for Raila’s last shot at the presidency. And of course it is not about vision on education, seeing the impediment poverty has formed to the ambitions of many bright kids who can not raise the needed fees for the better schools. (This last, in my books, is a catastrophe worse than famine in Turkana, for intellectual genocide condemns a whole generation, nation, to a future of retarded existence, while famine is but for a season. That is a historical indictment, and a historical class death sentence.) But back to some lighter stuff. There is an anti-Raila rebellion in Luo Nyanza WITHIN the political elite. They even have a proposed name for their new party. A section of our so called young turks that is. No, no big issues in this mini rebellion. No alternative VISION. It is a generational domestic in the main. A question of adolescent hormones and irritated parents. Nothing to do with the future of Luoland, let alone Kenya. But a lot to do with the individual fates of our minions. We will remember the flawed ODM primaries in the run to the general elections of 2013. During this rigged nomination process, these so called Luo Nyanza Young Turks, did everything to be seen as Raila men. It was a contest in sycophancy, not an articulation of alternative visions. Logic was, with the ODM nomination bagged, the parliamentary gravy train was all but booked. It is instructive that, when the process was a proven sham, none of these young fellows raised their voice to fight the corner of fairness, nor due process and justice. They played possum. Indeed, solitary rebels who would not take it, like William Oduol of Siaya, found themselves at the receiving end of an evil whisper campaign echoed by these self-same change pretenders. Like sheep they bleated to the effect that Oduol was a TNA mole! (Hahahah, Ababu Namwamba! did I hear the same bleat yesterday, with you now the victim!) Back to our sulking Luo young turks: This subscription to the omerta code in the face of injustice, is worth remembering, because it can be used as an indicator, that the democratic credentials of these so called young turks, is a figment of their propagandistic imaginations. It is a point worth pondering over and over again, that they did not defend fairness, nor democratic principles, when they were certified beneficiaries of an electoral malfunction. At their core, logically concluded, they are not principled democrats. They are more of opportunists driven by … ‘the time has come for our generation to reap and eat big!’ And now they rebel. Solely on that [generational] purpose. Sulking like spoilt girlfriends. Because Raila is preventing them from moonlighting at Uhuruto’s harem where the market rate for their virginity, they think, would be very competitive. They feel grown up, they no longer want to use intermediaries to ingratiate themselves into the diminishing favours of Raila’s court, for instance, earning Ida’s patronage by paying the set auction rate; for that is the other story of dissent. Many are tired of greedy brokers who as soon as Raila achieved political monopoly of Nyanza, turned Luo parliamentary seats into inflated bidding competitions. This ‘’Railariding’’ then ‘’Railabashing’’ is the JINX Raphael ‘’Rapho’’ Tuju could never shake off; is why his rebellion against Raila was always never serious. Because in the beginning , truth be told, everybody knew Owiti Malomalo had kicked his ass in Rarieda and he, Tuju, being city-smart with even deeper pockets, had corrupted movers and shakers in the Odinga fraternity who owned Bondo (of which Rarieda was a subset), to cheat Owiti off his victory. Not that Owiti was left empty handed in the swindle, no, it later turned out not to be a bad business transaction, when he was handsomely persuaded to let the issue be. And move on! (NB: Buying off of political opponents is not the reserve of Nyanza. There are interesting stories from Nairobi of senator Sonko telling Ferdinand Waititu, that he should have accepted the Jimnah Mbaru offer! He would have been made, forever! Hundred shopaholic concubines or not!) So, when Tuju grew horns and started to profess his independence from Raila, he could never be taken seriously, he could never be seen as a genuine article; he was merely a toad biting the hand the bigged him up, having lost his memory. In the eyes of the home population, Tuju was always a parasite declaring war on the Host. Regardless of how dynamic and effective an Mp he became, regardless of his development uppity, Tuju had had a false start, and he was jinxed. Youthfully impatient and politically greedy, he had underestimated his worth and sold himself off too cheaply into feudal bondage. A bondage that had ruined his honour and crippled his independence in the eyes of his people. Some crimes have no absolution within the religious order that deems them sin! THE UNIQUE CASE OF WILLIAM ODUOLFrom the above, we can detect why William Oduol’s win in Siaya was historic. He was an independent from the beginning. All he wanted was a fair-playing ground to make his case on merit to the public. He had never bothered to ingratiate himself into the Kings political harem so that he could joyride to the pinnacle of his ambition, ooyo, he wanted to be his own man and not a ‘court turncoat’ like all these other ODmers like Obura and Netto and the rest. This independent streak in Oduol was of course pure treason, too dangerous an example to a system that worked on clientele servitude, bondage and crony tribute. It was a frontal attack at a monopoly, and as everyone knows, even out there in the free market, when you threaten monopolies like XXXXX, their whole war-chest is dusted and set to your mark, go. Either you are bought out or bankrupted. I have narrated earlier on, how Oduol forced Raila to degenerate totally from a progressive politician, into an atavistic, retrogressive dinosaurus practising AKWEDE: Denunciations of/by lineage. Royalty dug deep into cultural symbols that emotively trigger social ostracism ---like a child born out of wedlock was, to the English gentry of past centuries. Traitor was also used on Oduol, yet he still won. That was a historic watershed. -----Historic like Raila’s victory of 2007, which saw the majority of Kenyans elect a kerher to the helm. A thing earlier on deemed a political impossibility. ---------{Well, what Kibaki [handlers] did to Raila, Raila [handlers] did to Oduol.} I therefore feel it quite easy to separate William Oduol, the outsider, from the ODM insider young Turks. These insiders are furtive, uneasy self-consumed guilt-ridden charlatans. They remain opportunistic self-seekers demanding rewards for things not fought for. They are spoilt brats and plotters for a palace coup. Had they stood up for what was right only a few months ago when utter rot manifested itself in their party, then would they have managed to build a different narrative to that of: ‘janeko oyieng’ wacho koro wawang’ dero!’’ .
These pretenders owe their political station to ODM which they now wish to abandon without resigning their seats.[/font] Raila should do to them what Tom Mboyadid to those who sided with Odinga in Limuru in 1966. Resign and go back to the electorate to seek a fresh mandate with your new party! It is important to demystify this group. It is important to expose them, so that, presently, when like Roman senators they corner and stab Ceasar to death, no one is left cheering unnecessarily, for all shall know having killed their host, the young turks will soon wilt, disperse to be inherited by other patrons/joter, or die in the wilderness like Brutus or Judas Escariot.It is therefore a deep think before the community hedges its bets, beguiled to trust in the might of young turks whose hands never wielded a sword, nor drew blood in the thicket of dread combat where fates are sealed. Hmmm, young turks: terracotta stills temporarily on battery charge highs. WILLIAM ODUOL: THINKING OF MICHAEL HASSELTINE, THE IRON LADY’S CHALLENGER.As Oduol defied Oburu Odinga’s orders to stand down in Siaya, and in effect took on the deadly Raila machine and mystique, I could not help thinking of the confrontation between Michael Hasseltine and Margaret Thatcher the Iron lady, then PM of Great Britain. Maggie was evolved into an imperial character. The [Tory or Conservative] party was plummeting in popularity and large sections of the country were up in rebellion, yet she held course, too set to change, and too dominant after several consecutive general election wins to be bothered by cautions from the sidelines. As only the bloody British can, a powerful imagery was sought and found, to solve a dangerous political situation. Thatcher was a big beast. No single man nor woman could wield a hand firm enough to slay her with one sword strike. It had to be a war of attrition, in two or three decisive steps. But the first sword strike had to be so huge, it would at least incapacitate the beast: wound her savagely and impair her invincibility, thus reducing her to more manageable proportions for the pack. The party picked Michael Hasseltine. He had the firmest sword hand for a first near fatal strike. That is, he could garner enough parliamentary delegates to force a second round. The understanding was, if it went to the second round, Maggie was gone, but if she stayed, she would be so weakened, the party could force her to listen, and do about-turns in some of her unpopular policies like the poll tax. So, as Oduol insisted on going it against Oburu Odinga, I lectured my chang’aa club using the Hasseltine comparative. But I admit I was really proved minimalist. Because I had reasoned, if Oduol manages a respectable 30% in Siaya of all places against the Raila machine at a turn-out of above 90%, then he would have done a Hasseltine. Broken the aura of invincibility of the big beast. In the event, William Oduol run away with it, fwacking Oburu Odinga out, forcing Raila and his party into a messy solution they are still reeling from. From then on, the way can not be up again.
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Post by jakaswanga on Mar 15, 2014 21:53:13 GMT 3
THE EMERGENCE OF FRED OUTA AS THE NEW COURT CHEERLEADER DIRGE-SOUNDERBul pek ka ji duogo, to pod nyaka ting’e ating’a. --(heavy is the drum on the return journey). More about that later. The horror that KASARANI was, with the infamous men in black smashing ballots and other democratic paraphernalia at the behest of their royal paymasters, seems to have been the fertile ground for the emergence of a wild flower from the lakeside crop. The new star courtier is fRED Outa of Nyando, a Mpig major in theology, and therefor uniquely suited for burial rituals. And he has been colourfully defending the indefensible, short-wave style. [reminds me of Otieno Dalmas rallying the troops after the ODM nominations debacle, just before the General elections 2013] Now this Outa is a sensible man. He is a shrewd operator too, crowned with two terms as a Mpig in his area. So you do not want to underestimate him. He is a man who calculates a game, and does god's will, kind of. Keep that in mind. One may not like a vulture, but trust the biologists, scavengers have an important part in the food chain. And they are tough creatures whose souls are blessed too! NB: When he organised the burning of Miguna’s effigy, it struck me as a significant cultural event, a taboo-breaking extravaganza, since I could not remember the ‘voodooist’ burning of effigies as a particularly Luo cultural trait of exorcism. –I will report on that at a later date. Suffice now is to warn, that beneath that mask of a clown, is something much more thrusty. Intellectually, Kenya wide at large, there is no credibility to be earned nor generated, defending the hired Luo baboons who destroyed the democratic process whose result would not be their preference. But in Luoland, before a captive, fearful, disoriented and die-hard loyalist audience, there is traction to be won, even admiration. And Theological Outa calculates with the use of religious language ---it was salvation, an act of god, he can cast himself as a man not only defending Jakom when others are deserting him, but one also doing god’s work. -- ‘’Anto wuora nokona niya, jomoko to ing’yo ang’iya. Kata giriek manade to ok di giwuondi kata ifuwo manade. Ing’eyo ang’eya ni gin tend-mudho.’’ ---When a man who organised the mock-burial of an author for writing a critique of power is your staunchest defender left in a region where brain neurons are painfully constructed from fishy tissue, man you are sunk too much to fool even your own deluded self! Though for a die-hard captive audience, that is is a lot of heroic mystique, a lot of credit. And in politics, not everybody may want credit which is ‘nationally convertible’. For some, all politics is local, and the fishier the merrier. One notes the reluctance of brains like Anyang’ Nyong’o to out-rightly defend the horror that was Kasarani. The good professor must of course be wary of his reputation. Word was he was planning to take up a vocational as a lecturer at a top Kenyan institute. It is likely no university in Kenya would employ a political scientist who describes what we saw at Kasarani as an act of salvation! ---unless Maseno has decided to, as Mischievous Kamalet once fishily put it, be a Luo university! That is, fish or no fish, a place where retired minds are parked, like dead heads usually are in morgues. And anyway with Lupita’s stardom and good fortunes, I think Old Peter can afford some breathing space for his mind, and not join Nyando’s Fred Outa in the mental graveyard where brains ooze pus. Bul pek ka ji duogo is a luo saying: literally: the big drum that entertained the banquet to a riot, is a heavy load on the return journey. But it is best understood as carrying the standard back home in defeat, too requires courage. When Raila was a mighty warrior whose hands wielded a mighty strike of the sword, there was no shortage of knights rallying to his call; no shortage of suicide-commandos ( think of the early Miguna) ready to immolate themselves at his beck and wink. Neither was there a shortage of adventurers and opportunists out to make the most of a business opportunity [think of Karoli Omondi], if not a killing. But now? do they not all desert the waning King? No young Turk to defend the fallen Emir as scavengers gather to rip souvenirs off his corpse, growing cold in armour! – You would have been hard-pressed to glimpse the crop of ‘our land’ at Kasarani: Where was Orengo Ajimmy? Dalmas Jarongo? Evans Kidero? Yeah, MIllie Odhiambo {Mbita}, Jared Kopiyo {Awendo}, Geoerge Oner {Rangwe}, Olago Aluoch {Kisumu West}. Agustino Netto {Ndhiwa} Deng James K Rege {Karachwonyo], Silvanus Oselle {Kabondo-kasipul}, David Ochieng' [Ugenya}., Omondi Muluam {Alego-Usonga} and last but not least, him Gem MPig and blood relative Jakoyo Midiwo?When a man of such good instincts, both political and family, throws in the towel, it is time to call in the morgue man. And Outa is a morgue man who sees and can make profit of a royal corpse. Rich pickings if you got the nerve. That, mesays, requires a very hard heart, for morgue men must at least have the indifference to life of a hangman, stripping cadavers. .... But when the news of the abolition reached some slave farms in the sugar belts of the Carribbean, confusion and fear was how some slaves reacted. Terrified of freedom, unable to construct an alternative to the daily predictability of servitude, the time-fulfilling routine now abolished. ---Ha! Back to the yoke! Jodalawa, wan ema tinde walokore Jokabimbe, if you missed the second layer of the dig! --the world upside down!
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Post by jakaswanga on Apr 18, 2014 20:29:23 GMT 3
www.nation.co.ke/news/politics/Governor-warned-he-may-be-impeached/-/1064/2277658/-/53usbt/-/index.html That was the attack bull-dog Otieno Kajwang’, threatening the impeachment and expulsion of Kidero from the ODM, and thus from the Luo fraternity. It is essentially a threat to finish off his career as the ODM governor of Nairobi. An arrow toward the jugular. And here is the political corpse of a professor Nyong’o too, wagging the finger at the Nairobi governor. The real cause of this commotion amongst the wing of the ruling bandit class from Luo Nyanza, is of course succession blues respective the inevitable transition, as the Raila Kingship fades. Kidero stands accused of joining hands, in heresy, with those wielding the hammers and nails meant to fashion Raila’s political coffin. A death which, to those keeping the faith, is still unthinkable, and therefore any talk of coffins, inherently abominable. Well, the ruling bandits will have their domestics, and we, spectators, our fill of entertainment at their antics. Like we roll in stitches, watching a Nollywood sketch depicting a breakdown in relations between rivals in a polygamous homestead, so too shall we enjoy the live bickering of the political b!tches from Nyanza, especially now that they exhibit a particularly dodgy streak. Faithfull Kajwang’, Loyal Midiwo, Chaste Oburu, the submissive Nyong’o et al, are lined on one side, furiously barking across at the wandering-minded hotties, led by the rogue Dalmas, the scandalous Kidero, and their sinful, breakaway congregation! It is a scene to behold. For posterity. Political comedy of the variant farce. Material tensions on the ground, are manifesting themselves at the topin obscure, subterfuge forms. This incoherence of the interpretation of reality at the top, is the necessary class confusion of the comprador: a complex they can not rise above. But this line of explanative investigation is an aside for now. ...... In any case, I too have a quarrel with the Doc Evans Kidero. But it has nothing to do with his alleged pointing at the shadow of the Rock, so that, in a stealthy operation, it can successfully be speared by a lurker from the mountains. No, my bone with him is that he exemplified, in my opinion, an atrociously bandit bourgeoisie mode of visionless operation in the place that made his reputation as an administrator par excellence. That is, he stands accused in my books as the captain who took a golden parachute, escaping off, and left the titanic to sink into oblivion. That is quite a charge, and I will make it good. He was the much-celebrated CEO of the Mumias Sugar Company. That entity is now a colossal carcass in a dying local sugar industry, but, wonder of wonders, as Kidero’s personal fortunes have skyrocketed, the fortunes of Mumias sugar have nosedived and, with it, the blue-chip legacy he reputedly left thence. I therefore find him guilty of having failed to put into place mechanisms which would render the industry competitive, buffered against the COMESA and EPA flood waves of sweets. COMESA and EU EPA’s have been less than invisible swords of Damocles hanging over this sector for over three decades. A keen man of vision would have seen the writing on the wall, and drawn contingency plans. ---Was that his job to begin with? if the question be asked? (Well, he did definitely draw contingency plans, sadly only for himself and not the industry. It is therefore important to me, to question beforehand, whether now too, he is equally smart to draw contingency plans, soley with himself in mind, and not the wider political industry, nor the collective fortunes of …. well, who really?) But as to whether it was his job as CEO of Mumias to be a ‘’seer cum doer’’ and, thereto, plot the salvation of the sugar industry in Kenya as a collective good??? Yes I would reply without hesitation, because he subsequently has entered high-flying politics, which would indicate soaring ambitions. When the sky is the limit in public office, then meseems one has the self-vision of being one of the HIGHEST OF CALIBERS around, which to me thn automatically leads to raising the bar of judgement. You wanna lead Kenya, I volunteer to be the Inquisitor in Chief, sadistically putting you on the pain bank for a session or torture, picking your mind to pieces, tearing every flesh off the bone, HERE, the things men once did! sorry, weighing every act against thought, and throwing flares into the darkest recesses of your mental systems. ---What do you have in store for Wanjiku? Just another charlatan like the so many gone by, masks peeled back or not? Or one of a stronger breed? (as Wole Soyinka aptly quipped, once) Those with dreams to charm Wanjiku for her ultimate favours, must display vision in whatever capacity they serve, for later, such will vie to chart out the path of millions of citizens, and the destiny of a country. And a fake at the top, can be a very expensive mistake. No instrument of torture must thus be spared, to burst open the minds of pretenders, to reveal the contents of their thought and character. Forewarned being forearmed. Let them run, yeah, but hide??? Naah! This is the era of the eunachs! ---But Sembene Ousmane told you that already! The Xala epoch! Continued.
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Post by mwalimumkuu on Apr 30, 2014 3:30:52 GMT 3
Jakaswanga,
I am sure your many travels did not allow you to attend this latest one from deep down the lion's territory:
There is no doubt, something is happening in Luo land with South Nyanza seeming to be peeling off steadily. With the Kidero very much in the mix, the idealogical fault lines are clearly evident. I am not sure however what Obado's record has been for the short time he has been governor and whether he can pull it off in the event there is a rerun. I think, the result, going by the current events, will entirely depend on his record and not party, given that many folks in Migori are no longer very keen on ODM and its leadership.
~~ Mwalimumkuu @nyumbakubwa ~~
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Post by jakaswanga on Apr 30, 2014 20:00:27 GMT 3
Jakaswanga, I am sure your many travels did not allow you to attend this latest one from deep down the lion's territory: There is no doubt, something is happening in Luo land with South Nyanza seeming to be peeling off steadily. With the Kidero very much in the mix, the idealogical fault lines are clearly evident. I am not sure however what Obado's record has been for the short time he has been governor and whether he can pull it off in the event there is a rerun. I think, the result, going by the current events, will entirely depend on his record and not party, given that many folks in Migori are no longer very keen on ODM and its leadership. ~~ Mwalimumkuu @nyumbakubwa ~~ Mwalimu mwenzangu, Indeed I did miss this one, seeing as it is, I was much occupied drawing a parallel to young Europeans. I was telling them, that the NATO encirclement of Russia is a kind of new wall of Hadrianus, the Roman emperor who built a famous wall in the North of England to keep out the savage Scottish tribes. Putin's Russian being the current barbarians! --But we will handle that at the appropriate Omundu thread on the Ukraine. Funeral melee at Owino Jalikowa home. a thought. Is Luo Nyanza Mount Kenya an exclusive TNA ODM zone? Such that, should the electorate have erred during the General election and, for whatever reason, elected prodigals ----- like Tigania’s Mpuri Aburi [ODM], Imenti North’s Rahim Dawoo [APK] and the likes of Meru senator Kiraitu Murungi, HO Ho Ho, I meant Onyango Koyoo in Muhoroni [PDP], Olago Aluoch in Kisumu West [WDP], and Governor Obado Zach in Migori [PDP]----- then the prefects in a chief whip’s role should move in and harangue the people not to ever repeat the mistake? You are zoned and restricted! a tribal fiefdom and exClusive territorial fishing grounds for a certain party ONLY! Or should it be openly stated: ALL KENYA IS open waters and a free for all parties SET SHOP ANYWHERE!?Democracy is a sure painful thing! and free choice of the people even a worse pain in the as-s for elitekind!Dalmas Otieno apparently met the same treatment as Orengo, in his foray into funeral politics across the gulf in Siaya, on the same day. Meanwhile, the hottest issue for these leading lights of Luoland is neither the collapsing Sugar industry, nor the the EU threat to ban Lake Victoria Fish because the Jaluos sh!t where they fish!Now, that is okay if we eat our own sh!t-marinated fish in Nyanza, but if we wanna export it to EU overseas, that Omera penchant is called primitive and unhygienic. One should sh!t in toilets, and have running treated water and soap ever present for sterilising hands. Unfortunately we used the money the EU disbursed to construct the toilets to … well … do what really? ---But that is another sh!tty story no doubt! Perhaps before I rail and hail at Uhuruto, I should first remove the sh!t in the fish! Or that industry too, will fishily go the COMESA-hit sugar way.
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Post by OtishOtish on Apr 30, 2014 20:55:07 GMT 3
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Post by jakaswanga on Apr 30, 2014 23:17:09 GMT 3
Otishotish, when it takes kanzelarin Angela Merkel von Bondsrepubliek EU/Deutschland to fund and order Luoland to build toilets at their fish-processing beaches 50 years after Independence, I am ready to call the de facto Luo King who has been supreme leader of the Luos for over two decades a goat! WHY? When Greece applied to join the EEC long ago, the abbatoir in Athens was open air and a buzz of flies! An EEC inspector stood there and said. Look here you greek goats. Do you happen to know the origin of the word Hygiene!? Hygiea being the greek name of the god of health! Once upon a time, the greeks had been civilised, then they lost it and became goats with no concept of Hygiene. In all my days in Germany, the germans never made me feel like a goat. But three days ago, when they threatened to ban fish from Kenyan lake Victoria, I felt like a goat! Oh? Did Miguna say we were sheep? --fwacking Canadian!
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Post by jakaswanga on May 12, 2014 23:07:52 GMT 3
FELLING YOUR OWN: THE LYNCHING OF EVANS KIDERO, CEO NRB CNTY.It was his fellow Luo from the homeland who wielded the knife, and drove it in at Dr. Evans Kidero’s flank. Yes, it was the Siaya governor Cornel Amoth Rasanga killing for gratitude, paying back the favour granted him by the court of royals, when they thwarted the ascension of William Oduol to Cornel’s profit. And after that Judas thrust, like in that famous Frenzy at the door step of the Roman senate, the other governors of Kenya made a multi-leaking corpse of the high-flying Nairobi man. His blood would not be on their hands, but on that of his fellow tribesmen; yes, so goes the ways of the world. It was a good lesson in sibling skulduggery, and a good insight into the pathology of Luo sycophancy, as the other grinning Luo governors exchanged knowing glances, and the Jomwa marveled at the Jaluo tendency toward auto-cannibalism! (ODM primaries, men in black etc) Yes, we must cut this creep down to size! The envious caucus of governors convulsed mirthless in cynical inferiority. This I say, is still the era of self-defeatism. And self-defeatism, never more excelled anywhere in Kenya than in Luoland where the Raila presidency became a national obsession, like blood sacrifices to the Aztecs and the Maya, in a time of decline. Word goes Kidero is an arrogant, aloof and full of himself Nairobian! Too executive and condescending toward his fellow governors. The ODM party abandoned her most high-profile governor, who was elected with a narrow margin in the most prestigious county, Nairobi. Yes, Dr. Evans is a man of ambition who probably thinks of himself as presidential material in the future and, decidedly, is seen as such by others. Not least, Raila Amollo Odinga himself. And Kidero has not exactly been subtle about it, but like the famous elephant in a closet full of porcelain, has been squeezing brittle egos the wrong shape. www.standardmedia.co.ke/mobile/?articleID=2000119683&story_title=evans-kidero-exposed-after-losing-key-slot-in-county-bosses-council&pageNo=2 And so once more, the court and royal politics of the comprador Luo, demand they slay their best son. There can only be one chosen one. --That is the nature of degeneration. The nature of regression, the necessary practice of the bankrupt ideology of the monarchical comprador class. Their captaincy is a dead-end –everywhere in Afrika too, precipitating a general crisis in culture, politics and economics. Strife and stagnation. Talent is stifled. For example: economic dead ends Nyanza. 1. Under the comprador captaincy, Kenyan Lake Victoria has been turned into a sewage dam, fertile for the hyacinth, dangerous for the perch. And now the fish export to the EU is threatened. b. The Lake Basin Development authority consisted of chanelling all the pollution from the nearby sugar industries, together with the untreated sewage from the cane-cutters estates, downstream to the lake. Winam is but a swamp of human excreta. c. E nviromental awareness and clean-up? A tale of misappropriated EU funds (blame it on the Kikuyus no doubt!) 2. Youth un/employment: how does Kisumu look like to a fresh eye? Hoardes and swarms of young men crushing their testicles day on end on bodabodas, killing off the electricity from the dynamo, leading to rampant promiscuity of young wives as they seek to quench their fire elsewhere from their impotent spouses. (you got to stand at markets like Kibuye or Oyile, arguing with the market women to hear that one!) (Those are two examples of the Nyanza quagmire as presided over by the comprador. And they were just by the ways to illustrate a minor point and substantiate the classification ‘’dead-end’’.) Now, back to Kidero, and the drive to kill him off politically. The standard: He Kidero challenged a living King, committed treason, and thus must be emasculated –like Tuju, dehorned like Ochuodho, castrated like Orengo and domesticated like Nyong’o. And worse, to who is he married again? Would there be a whiff of a historic feud in the mixture? I think there is, and the Luos are uncomfortable about it. It is a terrifying wound to rip open. ####Well, this venomous sword thrust at the heart of Kidero’s political career, is good for him. For it presents Kidero with an opportunity to rise up unto the dread combat of kill or be killed, or, if he has bitten more than he can chew, surrender and supplicate, mea culpa and sue for subordination as the prodigal son back to the fold.The party has essentially ditched him, which means if he is running for re-election in Nairobi, which anyway he won marginally, he wont be the party’s choice at heart. The ODM party at the behest of Raila’s wing, would probably rather loose the prestigious Nairobi governorship to Jubilee, than have him Kidero maintain it, and use it as a springboard for whatever adventures. So the ‘’party’’ would likely sponsor another candidate ----Like Agnes Zani was sponsored by the owners of the party to thwart the emergence of Ababu Namwamba---- if not campaign against him in secret. NB: If you ask me, the only reason Ababu had to be stopped at such a terrible price ( see the men in black fiasco), is the same reason William Ruto had to eject, and is the same insecurity which paralyses the politically inferior Luos with whom Raila has surrounded himself, eventually to the cost of his ultimate dream. Kidero is in trouble. Serious trouble. I do not think it is an insurmountable hurdle, but I think for him to scale it successfully, it will need him to show his hand as a grim political executor, and fight Raila all the way. Proxy days are gone. This is his formative battle, and if he chickens or makes customary comprador mistakes, he goes the Tuju way, the Nyong’o way, or the Orengo way: an irrelevant sulk outside the homestead, or a docile dog at the court, wagging tail when told by a click; licking hand when blown a soundy kiss. The die is cast. With retarded blood hounds like Rasanga and Outa already unleashed on the scent to lead the pack for the kill, Kidero has to fight a death duel. He has to fashion a string and be the David who slew the Goliath. Or, to commemorate his extinction into folklore, we will paint a beautiful picture how he was torn to pieces and Raila had his as-s for a deep shot of cumm. Or, to put it within a Luo mythological no-holes-barred resolution, he Kidero would have swallowed a bead Raila must spot on his crown for his coronation, and thus he was disembowelled to retrieve the bead ---(Whether he is a Miderma [only son] or not!)The knives are out for the bead in his belly! He has the freedom to pretend he has not noticed. And be a sitting duck! –(change the d to f in the dark !) There are no records in Luo history of Raila showing mercy to pretenders to his throne while he lived. Two gladiators size up, there is a grave already open for one. No deus ex machine! No divine intervention! Only in fairy tales! This one wont go away with Aiyaayayaya Kidero you slapped me! This one is the real kick to the famous sehemu nyeti!
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Post by jakaswanga on Jun 14, 2014 16:38:39 GMT 3
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Post by jakaswanga on Aug 6, 2014 20:22:15 GMT 3
KAKA ANYWOLA,
ORENGO IN THE SHADOW OF WASONGA SIJEYO.
Pushed into a corner, the son of Jomo came out fighting. And, with a desperate sucker punch, he caught Orengo Ajimmy thick on the wrong. The air went out of Jim's lungs, the wits inside his brilliant head scattered, and the power left his legs, or more aptly, the power of speech left his otherwise glib tongue. And so the former minister has, uncharacteristically, been needing more time to collect his thoughts and organize the facts. He had promised to come out with an authoritative statement soon. Yes, as the count mounts, old crafty clever Jim, the razor sharp lawyer, needs to weigh his every word on the golden scale, as he haltingly tries to raise his wobbled reputation once more. Fwaka been busted like never before. And he is an ancient, ever since,barely 30, he dethroned Shadrack Ogutu from Ugenya-Uholo. Better he weigh his options with care in the dark before venturing out. –-he has a list of 1000+ criminal land-grabbers yes, but I do not hear him denying he presided over another massive land-grabbing allotment, criminally the size of Jomo Kenyatta's personal aggrandizement. And this list. What has he been doing with it? Keeping it akiba for a rainy day? To pay passage for the sail of his career through some political rocks of Symphlegades? Like now?
[Symphlegades: masticating rocks that waylay boats at sea!)
What is the cult of Wasonja Sijeyo?
It is the dignity of integrity. An integrity to which any whiff of theft is anathema, suicidal. A bit like the Dalai Lama's monkish moral fibers.
Wasonja Sijeyo from the notorious Gem in Siaya, stood up in parliament in the mid 60s, and told off to his face the then President, a Mr. Johnstone Kamau, that he was a disgrace to occupy the title of Father of the Nation, since he was too corrupt both in person and in leadership. –-Land scams and financial graft and Mau mau treachery etc etc. Such a man, insisted Sijeyo, could not be held as a shining example of a fatherhood-cum-leadership to a young nation trying to sort herself out from a heritage of colonial plunder and violent impunity.
Such a nation at such a delicate moment of foundation, needed a father of more hardier moral fiber, than Kamau was apparently offering. Reasoned Wasonga Jagem Oremo.
With that critique, Wasonga was marched off into detention without trial and forgotten. Or at least the nation did as if it had publicly forgotten him. His narrative too, was banished with him to the twilight zone, and Kenya proceeded to be a republic worshiping corruption, cultivating political amorality, with subsequent, post Kamau regimes setting new records in infamy.
HOW DID LUO NATIONALISM DEVELOP AND COPE IN THE NEW KANU KENYA, with its fetishism of corruption?
A crop would rise to the occasion, a breed more malleable, more pliable, more responsive to the dictates of neo-colonial quisling-hood –-from Omollo Okero to Odongo Omamo, to Okiki Amayo the KANU King of old.
This quote from Fanon, heralded by the instructor Podp of Jukwaa, is worth a repeat. With a little thinking the implied relevance to the local Nyanza scene will be clear.
These new kids on the block replaced the old KPU resistors as it were. Their tenure would be collaboration with corruption in various degrees and shades, and Nyanza would accommodate, and her homegaurd elite be rewarded handsomely, to such an extent that some of her sons, like Ouko Robert, would emerge as global high-flying, super stalwart defenders of that KANU order, until things which can go wrong went wrong, as is usually the case.
With various degrees of lip service, there was of course condemnation of that order, especially by the then internally exiled, marginalised and banned Jaramogi; nevertheless the culture of rot was firmly entrenched and embedded in the Nyanza psyche and her KANU-paired public bureaucrats –-just like in Kenya at large.
Ka mitiyoe e michiemee. Chuth ber. Ka ji te kuelo, an to adong' nang'o? Donge mano afuwo!? –-Do as the Romans do in Rome. Pale unapofanya, ndiyo unapochota.
And so Luo executives running Nyanza went into a cannibalistic gear, -a variant in primitive accumulation-, running Kisumu [alensi] municipality aground, Lake Basin aground, Luo thrift aground, Lolwe Buses aground, Tom Mboya buses aground, cotton and ginnery industry aground … etc etc. All the time using Kikuyu's as an alibi to –-create a siege mentality and-- cover for their pillage and rape of the community, and the Nyanza polity.
Skillfully, the Nyanza Luo populace was drugged into accepting a rotten leadership delivering rotten services, with the Gikuyu cultivated as the ready-made bogeyman. But one thing in all, will always be the fact that Jaramogi Odinga could never be accused of fanning anti Gikuyu feelings. He was too deeply read into the contradictions of the Mau Mau legacy, where it was the Gikuyu elite that betrayed the dispossessed from the same community. Men like his deputy Bildad Kaggia had lessoned him well.
But Daniel Arap Moi was a professor of negative politics, and like the Siad Barre of Somalia, he balkanised the country for his survival, fanning regional divisions to play them one against the other. By the time the MOU between Raila and Kibaki collapsed, the only interpretations popularly consumable was ethnicism without nuance. Lacking an alternative narrative, schooled by Professor Moi, PEV would be a logical collapse in inter-ethnic relations.
And we have been staying there. Unable to diffuse the magical work of Professor Daniel. The Moi doctrine rules. Ethnicity, goes the absolute religious truth, is the only currency in Kenya politics. Hmmmm, but there is always something fishy about religion anyway.
ROTTEN FROM THE INSIDE, SLIGHT PUSH AND THE GIANT TUMBLES
I ask myself:
How has it become so easy for Ouru Muigai, the scion of the 1st land-grabbing family, to turn the tables on a paragon of struggle for the 2nd liberation, like James Orengo? Such that even a dim wit fraud like labour's Kazungu Kambi –of the NSSF thefts--- dares urinate on Ajimmy's head in public? Or has Ajimmy not been forced into seclusion to gather himself up and formulate his response, to the charge that he was the greatest facilitator of the latest Lamu-coastal Land grabbing!
---Cruxify Him! Crucify him! Yells the mob at the renowned King of progressives And! Wolololololo! ! Ouru you want to send me to jail really!? Or are you bluffing? Responds a pained Jim!
NB: I can see the NLC –National Land Commission-- has all but negated the president's directive. which indicates the Prezzo had not covered all his bases before his divine command. But that is an unfolding soap whose sequels no doubt promise some peels of laughter. For now, let me wonder how PLAUSIBLE DENIABILITY works in Kenya.
I ask myself:
How easy is it, to play men of astonishing intelligence like a harp? Men like PM Joseph Kinyua –-earlier on with errors at the treasury. Men like Njuguna Ndung'u –-errors at the Central Bank $ Old currency recycling. Men like the late George Saitoti –-goldenberg and Anglo something. And now James Orengo –-title deeds, Lamu fraudulent allotments.
With their stupendous brains, for these kind of men to be played –-like they always suggest in such scandals, methinks their tacit cooperation is mandatory. –-Some willful negligence to create a deliberate loophole for the errors must come to pass. --A complicity, a duplicitous look to the other way at a crucial moment. There must be that crafty creation of space for plausible deniability {a b6k roguish phrase I love to use with impunity!} befitting of their big brains that foresee consequences!
By me, calling a spade a spade then, these men are just thieves in broad daylight. So let us not give Orengo the lip stick. He is just another thief. Caught in the bright lights by design. But there being no honour among thieves, his fellow thieves are sizing him up for sacrifice. A sacrifice to induce a truce! (i called Ngilu a goat, now the debate must be, is a goat better than a thief?)
I concurr with the opinions expressed elsewhere, that hanging Orengo out to dry is merely a negotiation ploy. But it is dramatic and spectacular, and thus can temporarily quench the blood thirst of the Roman mob demanding their entertainment. He was the minister, the buck stops by him.
Crucify him! Cruficy him! Thumbs down –-which in the gladiatorial arena is a death sentence.
BACK TO LUOLAND AFTER THOSE FOOTNOTES;
The current declining fortunes of Luoland –-be it manifested in the sugar industry, the fishing industry, the health sector, bodaboda loafing as the peak of youth occupation, or the systematic reigging of elections birthing governors from hell like Rasanga and Ranguma, must in large be reckoned to the elite that has been in power as depreciation happened.
The foregoing captains of our Luo society, infested with the corrupt arap Moi virus (of paka olokore rado mana guendgi), must be in the dock, the hangman's noose hovering above their heads with mean intent, methinks. Just like in Africa 50+ years after colonialism we can not put the blame of our dismal performance at the foot of the whiteman, so too can we, Joluo, no longer mount a convincing narrative blaming Gikuyu excesses, or Mount Kenya mafioso victimisation. Nah, if there is to be a SabaSaba, we will have to remove the pilini/spec in our eyes before we do that for the whole republic of kenya. This is a charitable service to Kenya which need must start at home, Kajokanyarnam wawegi.
Ahoy! may the Luo governors who did not rig the election raise their hands! before we say the big rigger Ouru must go! And if the IEBC must go for having abetted the rigging, what is Anyang' still doing at the ODM secretariat?
Your house not in order. Tough job setting other houses in order.
Next: toward a specific referendum for Luo Nyanza only, to institute a death sentence for Luo adminstrators serving in Nyanza found guilty of corruption and looting the Luo Wanjiku –Akinyi-- I suppose!
NB: KENYA can continue her run of corruption, but Luoland can experiment with a ZERO-TOLERANCE. A pilot scheme in public political hygiene. If the experiment is successful, it can be called the Nyanza model and copied nation-wide.
Last April I was thinking Machakos Mutua was shaping up. Then I saw a road, and lost faith. I need a more ruthless model. But first, an experiment at home!
Watch your head Orengo. There is a guilotine coming to Nyanza. To lauch a moral regeneration.
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