Post by jakaswanga on Jan 26, 2013 9:40:54 GMT 3
LUOLAND (KAKA ANYWOLA JOKONAGI): II
MIGUNA A MODERN PARABLE ON THE STATE OF THE NATION?
Few figures have become objects of furious hate like Miguna Miguna in the last year in Luoland. Njuguna Njuguna they baptised him, a clear ostracism, an andhoga. Yet barely has the blood dried on the cross of his public crucifixion by a section of the Luo political elite, than this class itself has been caught in its own spun web of deceit. Outa the area Mp who led the burning of Miguna's effigy, barely escaped being roasted alive in the same area after the fiasco of the ODM primaries mid this month.
In Kisumu city, the mention that the sister of the PM had been awarded the meat, unearthed one of the most vicious reactions ever seen against the royalty in our fishy town: If she became governor by crook, the riff-raff threatened, they would burn down the Molasses plant which was resting on stolen land and was funded by a fraudulent share-holding scam; and, perhaps the most immediate reason for the animosity, the latent perception that the employment policy at the plant is 'skewed'.
That was when intelligence informed the King the rebellion was for real, and there was need to deploy the GSU to protect the goose that laid the golden egg. What to do? sacrifice the siblings of course. Bones to the dogs.
And that James Ogundo, a man of our people and an insider in the court, could do a Karoli with the certificates, points to a callous mentality incapable of assessing the implications of a deed such as he did. More so, in a party preparing to exercise state power.
Paka olokore rado guendgi, encha itimoga nadi? [what do we traditionally do to cats that cannibalise the eggs&chicks of the house?
A patriot ;D says you trick them into a gunia, shona the mouth of the gunia with a sisal-rope, smash the gunia on a rock with all your might, take another manilla sack, put a rock the weight of a building block into it together with the other blood-soaked one, tie tightly well, go to the bank of a river, and short-put the mixture into the middle of the deep water!
Yes, rogue fat cats must be taught their lesson, even if we are all into animal rights!
This glaring, massive political failure which is raising fears of voter apathy, deflating our boisterous egos --(wan onagi wan-ga jong'eyo mochayo jomoko), hinting at an organisation managerially incompetent to handle state-power, this inescapable failure and self-defeatism must, in my opinion, form a moment which the Germans call a 'pivotal lesson'!
Okay, for the hard-headed Germans it took the total bombardment of their deluded superior Aryan egos back to pre-history [See cities like Dresden at the end of the 2nd World War] for them to face up to reality;-- and in that scale of 'pivotal lesson', the scratch in Luoland may not even be a trauma! But I would still brand it a KEY moment.
I would state it calls for deep introspection in the lands of the lake. Calls for a measure of self-criticism, and, for the philosophers of the Kingdom of Jokanyarnam not yet compromised by proximity to power, not yet decayed to the core by the tantalising fruit at hand, this event necessitates a re-assessment of our public lynching of Miguna Miguna and his declaration into a psychiatric case.
We Luos once cut the bowels of a lass to remove a bead --we could not wait for the poor thing to do his toilet the next day. So goes the Opir Dipir legend. The resultant moral crisis split the tribe into two irreconcilable wings. The just concluded modern day intellectual 'cutting out the brains of Miguna Miguna' should be a wary for those Luo philosophers endowed with the upstairs that fed on good fish in the formative period.
And so to Jukwaa.
This august blog which is Nereah nyar Amadi's pet intellectual local ;D, was in a way the epicenter of Miguna's debasement. No sickening adjective, no emotional negative, no harsh colour was left unused to decorate the renegade, and we were articulate and inspired in one of the most furious spectacles of sycophantic eloquence by court loyalists. And our no-colour sister never wrote better prose in being more Roman than the Romans to cream it up.
In a way therefore, it would be incumbent upon Jukwaa to send itself to the purgatory, humble itself in a mea-culpa culpa culpa, redeem its intellectual obesity, objectivity, become leaner sharper and meaner, and like Raila in Nyanza today, re-touch base with reality and move toward a more considered, deepened, balanced analysis.
The recent events in Nyanza and beyond [nominations fiasco] have peeled back the mask off ODM --our de facto ride to Paradise, revealing a rotten core worth a Shakespearean line, akin to like that famous opening of a play about the Danish royal house: there is something rotten at the heart of .....
I think it is fair to say, that it was the Miguna saga specifically which split Jukwaa to the bone, ruined long-standing collaborations, and led to a walk-out or a secession by the genuine Luo crowd. These puritans needed a place of their own, unpolluted by a daily dose of Miguna-friendly mischief, thus to pledge their loyalty at whatever cost to their credibility, --no doubt a prudent investment calculating the prospects from the opinion polls, a cynic might think.
POSTUS SCRIPTUM: This here below inspired this missive:
The Chairman of our alcoholic chit-chat club, a philosopher literatus named Jamach P.T., has come up with a model to summarise the corruption the perceived eventuality, state power, is already enacting on Jokonagi's best and brightest. He wrote a circular to the members: 'as we come to power, our intellectual credibility abandons the tower, and dives into the sewer. We then sail the gutter, celebrate and say amen it does not matter: To donge Jaluo Malo Malo!
Once we were the epitomes of patriotic nationalism, we were critically open-minded, telling truths to power and paying the price. Wearing that like Raila as a heroic badge of courage, an identity. Now, the prospects of power have become so sweet, there is need for brain-death. We must re-create ourselves, re-brand, metamorphose and assume the measure of our new role; for the exercise of power must come at a price. Let us pay it then. Let other nations do the opposition and serve the nation with distinction for a change!
Osiepa Jakapi, like your famous imagery of Ayatollah Khomeini shaking Saddam Hussein's hand, I am drinking the fatal hemlock as I go public to ask all the teachers in our Sacco to come out and mobilise the votes for Raila. I will resign the chair of our DUOL after the presidential result is declared. No, if Raila wins, I will not respond to any request to serve in any capacity whatsoever. These morons in ODM have killed the pride of our people. The shame we walk with is an Oedipal punishment worth. We avoid each others eyes when we meet to talk. The youth spit in our faces by way of greetings.
NB: But the sunny side is: The [motor] boat is ready! bring some white women we get lost in the remote islands to drench our sorrow! The chang'aa/waragi is on me! Koso baada ya dhiki ok en furaha omera?
JPT.'
MIGUNA A MODERN PARABLE ON THE STATE OF THE NATION?
Few figures have become objects of furious hate like Miguna Miguna in the last year in Luoland. Njuguna Njuguna they baptised him, a clear ostracism, an andhoga. Yet barely has the blood dried on the cross of his public crucifixion by a section of the Luo political elite, than this class itself has been caught in its own spun web of deceit. Outa the area Mp who led the burning of Miguna's effigy, barely escaped being roasted alive in the same area after the fiasco of the ODM primaries mid this month.
In Kisumu city, the mention that the sister of the PM had been awarded the meat, unearthed one of the most vicious reactions ever seen against the royalty in our fishy town: If she became governor by crook, the riff-raff threatened, they would burn down the Molasses plant which was resting on stolen land and was funded by a fraudulent share-holding scam; and, perhaps the most immediate reason for the animosity, the latent perception that the employment policy at the plant is 'skewed'.
That was when intelligence informed the King the rebellion was for real, and there was need to deploy the GSU to protect the goose that laid the golden egg. What to do? sacrifice the siblings of course. Bones to the dogs.
And that James Ogundo, a man of our people and an insider in the court, could do a Karoli with the certificates, points to a callous mentality incapable of assessing the implications of a deed such as he did. More so, in a party preparing to exercise state power.
Paka olokore rado guendgi, encha itimoga nadi? [what do we traditionally do to cats that cannibalise the eggs&chicks of the house?
A patriot ;D says you trick them into a gunia, shona the mouth of the gunia with a sisal-rope, smash the gunia on a rock with all your might, take another manilla sack, put a rock the weight of a building block into it together with the other blood-soaked one, tie tightly well, go to the bank of a river, and short-put the mixture into the middle of the deep water!
Yes, rogue fat cats must be taught their lesson, even if we are all into animal rights!
This glaring, massive political failure which is raising fears of voter apathy, deflating our boisterous egos --(wan onagi wan-ga jong'eyo mochayo jomoko), hinting at an organisation managerially incompetent to handle state-power, this inescapable failure and self-defeatism must, in my opinion, form a moment which the Germans call a 'pivotal lesson'!
Okay, for the hard-headed Germans it took the total bombardment of their deluded superior Aryan egos back to pre-history [See cities like Dresden at the end of the 2nd World War] for them to face up to reality;-- and in that scale of 'pivotal lesson', the scratch in Luoland may not even be a trauma! But I would still brand it a KEY moment.
I would state it calls for deep introspection in the lands of the lake. Calls for a measure of self-criticism, and, for the philosophers of the Kingdom of Jokanyarnam not yet compromised by proximity to power, not yet decayed to the core by the tantalising fruit at hand, this event necessitates a re-assessment of our public lynching of Miguna Miguna and his declaration into a psychiatric case.
We Luos once cut the bowels of a lass to remove a bead --we could not wait for the poor thing to do his toilet the next day. So goes the Opir Dipir legend. The resultant moral crisis split the tribe into two irreconcilable wings. The just concluded modern day intellectual 'cutting out the brains of Miguna Miguna' should be a wary for those Luo philosophers endowed with the upstairs that fed on good fish in the formative period.
And so to Jukwaa.
This august blog which is Nereah nyar Amadi's pet intellectual local ;D, was in a way the epicenter of Miguna's debasement. No sickening adjective, no emotional negative, no harsh colour was left unused to decorate the renegade, and we were articulate and inspired in one of the most furious spectacles of sycophantic eloquence by court loyalists. And our no-colour sister never wrote better prose in being more Roman than the Romans to cream it up.
In a way therefore, it would be incumbent upon Jukwaa to send itself to the purgatory, humble itself in a mea-culpa culpa culpa, redeem its intellectual obesity, objectivity, become leaner sharper and meaner, and like Raila in Nyanza today, re-touch base with reality and move toward a more considered, deepened, balanced analysis.
The recent events in Nyanza and beyond [nominations fiasco] have peeled back the mask off ODM --our de facto ride to Paradise, revealing a rotten core worth a Shakespearean line, akin to like that famous opening of a play about the Danish royal house: there is something rotten at the heart of .....
I think it is fair to say, that it was the Miguna saga specifically which split Jukwaa to the bone, ruined long-standing collaborations, and led to a walk-out or a secession by the genuine Luo crowd. These puritans needed a place of their own, unpolluted by a daily dose of Miguna-friendly mischief, thus to pledge their loyalty at whatever cost to their credibility, --no doubt a prudent investment calculating the prospects from the opinion polls, a cynic might think.
POSTUS SCRIPTUM: This here below inspired this missive:
The Chairman of our alcoholic chit-chat club, a philosopher literatus named Jamach P.T., has come up with a model to summarise the corruption the perceived eventuality, state power, is already enacting on Jokonagi's best and brightest. He wrote a circular to the members: 'as we come to power, our intellectual credibility abandons the tower, and dives into the sewer. We then sail the gutter, celebrate and say amen it does not matter: To donge Jaluo Malo Malo!
Once we were the epitomes of patriotic nationalism, we were critically open-minded, telling truths to power and paying the price. Wearing that like Raila as a heroic badge of courage, an identity. Now, the prospects of power have become so sweet, there is need for brain-death. We must re-create ourselves, re-brand, metamorphose and assume the measure of our new role; for the exercise of power must come at a price. Let us pay it then. Let other nations do the opposition and serve the nation with distinction for a change!
Osiepa Jakapi, like your famous imagery of Ayatollah Khomeini shaking Saddam Hussein's hand, I am drinking the fatal hemlock as I go public to ask all the teachers in our Sacco to come out and mobilise the votes for Raila. I will resign the chair of our DUOL after the presidential result is declared. No, if Raila wins, I will not respond to any request to serve in any capacity whatsoever. These morons in ODM have killed the pride of our people. The shame we walk with is an Oedipal punishment worth. We avoid each others eyes when we meet to talk. The youth spit in our faces by way of greetings.
NB: But the sunny side is: The [motor] boat is ready! bring some white women we get lost in the remote islands to drench our sorrow! The chang'aa/waragi is on me! Koso baada ya dhiki ok en furaha omera?
JPT.'
[haha crack that!].
