Yes, children, I lived in the time of the chivalrous Ohuru the son of Djomo. With these very eyes, these eyes now blinded by the cataracts of time, I saw him toil profusely for our glorious future which, unfortunately, is now your nightmare present. But back then, we were adamant in faith, and convinced he was the divine annointee. The Chosen One of infallible vision 2030.
In him we completely trusted, and held faith:
Uhuru akbaricus! Uhuru akbaricus!Of course there were the usual detractors who, by hindsight, we should have accorded a better hearing. They said the King was landed gentry, and had been socialised and brought up in the landed gentry mentality. And you know what they said of such gentry in the era of finance capital. They were essentially class retards, an ideological residue, and their relationship to their mature classmates –the lords of
finance capital, was more like the one you might have with your moron of a cousin. Such cousins of simple mind, do you let tend goats in some remote, desolate farm called Afrika for instance. Such mentally challenged relatives, do you tuck away from the embarrassing gaze of curious sophisticates. And indeed whether invited to London or Brussels, the son of Jomo was tucked away from the glare of publicity, to avoid embarrassing his reluctant hosts.
But to us, that only went to prove the point, that the whole world was jealous of our divined King, our Great Great Muthamaki. And we wished him two decades of uninterrupted rule, also holding in mind what to what heights his even greater father, the nyapara goatherd Kamau Johnstone, had taken the plantation in a mere decade.
THE ANGLO-LEASING FAIRY TALE.Chivalry had a down side of course. But we kept faith with the son of Jomo, like when he told us he had been assured, that paying this 1.x billion would be the end of the anglo-leasing story, and henceforth, our external wealth like the Eurobonds would be left alone by creditors. And it was so, that the budget, or book-keeping wizard Henry Rotich, pinned all his hopes on this magical Eurobond, whatever it was.
Well, no sooner had the diligent
Thugge, the clerk at
Western Union, pressed the enter key, and the money wired to the UK, than
even a greater claim and legal threat landed, by email, on the desk of the Muthamaki.
It had been a bait by the wily more mature players, and our divine Muthamaki in his chivalry [now defined as outright naivety] had fallen for it. So up there he dangled like a bird on a set noose, or like some cow thief hung on a goal post in the Old Wild West, his body fluids escaping freely.
A rather unkingly sight.
But still we kept faith. These were merely trials testing our faith! We went to sleep and prayed for God save us the fate of some Malaysian flight which had disappeared without a trace! And as you can see, the Lord answered our prayers and Kenya did not disappear like that flight to the bottom of the unknown sea. Here Kenya is! Alive and kicking, though of course the ride has been a bit messy!
The evidence was there, painfully collected by Githong’o, corroborated by the Americans. Why, you ask, did not the Muthamaki do as he had done in the Westgate and other terror bombings? Immediately ask for and surrender investigative jurisdiction to the Americans with their forensic and all round know-how? Was there any credence to the rumours that Uhuru Kenyatta was owned? That he and Ruto had been made presidents by powers they knew not,but powers that soon revealed themselves to demand their pound in blood? Powers that told the sovereign, even you have no authority to probe the SECURITY CONTRACTS! Commander in Chief or not, they are out of bounds for you!?
How else did we explain the president paying out without even parliament knowing, an obvious scame with perpetrators whose names were known –leave alone the
wikileaks?That is the $700M dollar question. What did they do to the President to make his so malleable, so impotent of will!? Is it these forces early had his family killed at Westgate Mall as a warning to do as he was told or else?
A presidential oath is not an easy thing even to the callous ...
so when a man betrays it in broad daylight, paying out thieves after he swore to defend justice on behalf of the population, it gotta be something big, fear, like something after his life, or, as usual, big business up his pocket!
