... read I have for those who are causing havoc at the coast:
they are interested in a divided Kenya. They are not doing it primarily for a tribe or against a tribe - sure, they may be interested in killing from a certain tribe at one time or another, but since tribe is not their sole interest, they use no quality control and their focus is at the message they leave behind. That's my read.
He! THE PONTIFS OF JUKWAA!
After a bout of gallant pontifications by the two :-*divas
Oloo and
Mank, they all but reached a dead-end, and communication all but breaking down. –-it reminded me of a controversy, or kitten fight of long ago, between the then latino hot-butt
J-Lo and the then rising afro-american killer-butt
Beyonce. Throw a row over handbags in the war of explosive butts and the pontifications –-erotic pomposity of the dances-- became a teenager captivating experience.
And yes, like those two afro- and latino-american divas could rivet attention by voracius displays of certain lewd intents, the duo of divas who have been pontificating marvelously on this thread, are endowed with (mental) assets that do can blow the senses away! only they let their hot temperaments get in the way, thus clouding otherwise exceptional treatises.
Yes, as Kamalet says, the Likoni killings were
political.
Yes, as Oloo says, the Soweto Luos were
targeted.
Yes, as Mank says, it is not necessarily an act of Gikuyu
avengers.
No, we do not have all the facts, and are unlikely to have in the current atmosphere of politicised police and corrupted intelligence organs, with partisan party agendas.
What then remains, for those who can pontificate --in the original sense-- with some genuine prowess, is is a cold and clinical analytical process. To think things through, and come up with as much logical deductions as possible, to guide the understanding the situation.
Yes, after all –-
Mank and
Oloo, it was your prolific and expensive pontifications which seduced me to enroll on Jukwaa, in the first place! (catch me on a good day, with just the right dosage of chemical
)inducement, brother don't I pontificate!)
NB:
But Oloo should reveal all the facts he knows –- i saw him imply somewhere he is hoarding! I might just quote a famous wedding phrase for him: speak now and be heard, or shut up forever!
Here is a story to sign you pontiffs off:
FROM THE BOOK OF FAIRY TALES ..
Two friendly giants used to nap together in the aftenoons in peace, dreaming away under a shady tree after a joint hearty meal. But there was this rascal goatherd, Jack, and his destructive mind deviced a wicked plan to kill it all off. He would lay waste the brotherhood between the two giants, named Gog and Magog. Thus decided, thus done. He proceeded to collect stones of different calibers, and, tip-toeing, installed himself high up the tree, well in advance before the giants came to bed, for their daily afternoon siesta. As soon as they began to snore, Jack took out a jagged
kokoto piece and aimed it at Magog's nose. TING! The missile went home. Magog rose with an irritation and slapped Gog awake. They agreed it was a misunderstanding and were soon back to snoring. Jack took another painful aim, this time at Gog's bridge. TING! The guided missile found target. Gog woke with an angry start and roughed Magog awake. Disaster from lost tempers was barely avoided. Back to sleep they went eventually.
Jack grinned with calculated malice. He had ace up his sleeve. He fished out a particularly mean serrated mini rock, took carefull aim at Magog's curled upper lip, and let fly, gravity helping the acceleration!
! The missile struck, reducing the upper gums and nostrills of Magog to a sight reminiscnet of a Gaza police station after a visit by an Israeli F-16, leaving behind a full payload.
Needless to say Magog was so angry he would not listen to the protestations of innocence from Gog. They fought to half-death, uprooting everything around them to use as weapons, as jack enjoyed the show from his vantage point high up in the tree.
Need I go any further?
–--NISS have of course been distracted, triying to hide the ill loot they got from the departments of defence and interior. All their hands were tied, counting looted money or hiding it!
meanwhile some Jack up some tree is playing us like harp!