Post by jakaswanga on Jul 20, 2017 21:29:41 GMT 3
WHAT ARE KENYAN OFFICIAL OBITUARIES WORTH?
THE TOTAL MAN TAKES CONTROL OF GOVERNMENT
The official obituaries can be read in the mass media. But --Praise the Lord--- we are not all subscribed to parroting the cheaply fictitious concoctions of a wayward elite, professing their mental decay with their unflinching lies and desperate falsifications of Kenya's recent history.
Some three anecdotes to start us off.
When Robert Ouko was famously murdered, Mwai Kibaki reportedly showed a chance inkling of conscience in rare moment of wakefulness. Nicolas Biwott fondled the back of his head like a beloved pet to be rewarded after a minor transgression has been banished off its behavior: 'Suck the bottle more, Mwai,' the total man advised, 'avoid stuff which can only hurt you more!'
Mwai Kibaki grinned his understanding and went back to bottle-sucking.
Decades later, Mwai Kibaki became president. For a while Emilio and Tinga seemed to seriously want to keep the promise of their popular mandate. They hired John Githong'o who, ans anti-corruption Czar, hired Kroll and associates I think it was. In tow was a forensic audit operation on state finances, backdated a decade, and then more, far-reaching and in-depth again. --That, to put it in John Michuki's phrase, was rattling a hive of rattlesnakes.
Even renowned and veteran snake charmers don't do that.
Githong'o meant business. Distressed snakes filled state house corridors hissing at every door, demanding peace. Besieged, endangered, Mwai Kibaki soon found himself seeking Arap Moi's audience. To his discomfort, none other than Nicolas Biwott, the man who long ago ordered him to keep to bottle-sucking and leave state matters to men, was in attendance and welcomed him. DT arap Moi laughed: 'you are too old, too sick, too much a thief yourself, and always too feeble for a dirty fight. Your government is unstable, and with the ambitious Raila scaring your side of the game, you are really not in a position to dismantle me and Biwott. What you need is our help, which you will beg for, lest Raila come with a persuasive deal as you know he is capable of!'
And then Biwott grinned at the president: 'You may now suck the bottle a little bit less, Mwai!'
And so it was John Githong'o who feared for his life and fled. The criminal looters of Kenya re-grouped, owned Kibaki and Raila, and ever since John, the fight against corruption has been in coma. And so the official, 2ND LIBERATION national celebration of the most corrupt man of the Moi era as a shining example!
www.sde.co.ke/thenairobian/article/2001247482/how-nicholas-biwott-acquired-yaya-centre-for-a-song
Talk about nations separated from their historical identities!
Another stellar anecdote is how Dr. Sally Koskei ---later famously the teary-eyed head of the civil service as the sun set on the Moi era---made her first millions from nothing but Biwott's words! But the details will pass for now.
The juiciest is the upgraded, popular version of Moi's public jest at the total man on account of his apparent pathological paranoia. ---'Nicolas is only married for the form. It is not even that none of us his confidantes know where he lives. Neither do his women! But worse is, he will not even let them steal his kiss, let alone exchange other bodily fluids!'
Nicolas had grown totally phobic to human intimacy, his old boss hinted. He had so armor-plated his heart that it was now like an unlovable turtle, ever wary, ever shy of emotion like the head of a tortoise is suspicious of the surrounding.
To a bull with a multinational, multicultural and an international harem of a polygamous homestead, celibacy was far from a natural calling. Arap Moi's 'married for the form' must have been a run in to the core. For it was true in his bullish heydays, no heifer-c.unt he smelled he didn't find ripe. But now, a paranoid loner reminiscent of the later emotional cripple Howard Hughes, his huge testosterone levels had perhaps reduced him to the catholic priests famous release in the absence of young choir boys: habitual masturbation.
This was the kind of purgatory to which a life of greedy sin, murder and the orchestration of untold economic crimes, had been condemned.
The official obituaries can be read in the mass media. Luckily we are not all court sycophants, nor intellectual houseboys trained in high feats of mental masochism, that we all will make a fool of our country and ourselves, parroting official lies, lauding the most debauched and immoral of them dying kleptocrats as a national hero. And a man to emulate by our kids!
BAKING IN THEIR OWN FART AT THE TOP
Aah, Abu Nuwasi, loan me your sting
Grant Maatiang'i of education your wit
A court's fool you were, but the brainiest
A King's pet you were, but the deadliest
A herd of unscrupulous Kenyan politicians mourn
Their cries fake, their mouths a festival of falsehoods
Their tongues, like mine around the bones of fish, do
Dribble smoothly around the truth, to spit empty words!
I hope Fred Maatiang'i comes back to Education after his tour of duty a loyalist careerist, trustable with security during elections: 'TOTAL MAN BIWOTT, our history syllabus books must treat him as one of our greats, No!?'
Sorry you twin dwarfs, JM Kariuki and Bildad Kaggiah!
Monday will be hot in my class! We did Nkaissery the other day, and the class itself very proud I thought. Except for the girls who were mostly giggling into their smartphones, may be mongering hate on rogue whatsupp groups!
Who knows what women do on their smarties!?
PART 11.
THE EPITOME OF KLEPTOCRACY: BIWOTT AS A MUBUTIST PEAK
THE TOTAL MAN TAKES CONTROL OF GOVERNMENT
The official obituaries can be read in the mass media. But --Praise the Lord--- we are not all subscribed to parroting the cheaply fictitious concoctions of a wayward elite, professing their mental decay with their unflinching lies and desperate falsifications of Kenya's recent history.
Some three anecdotes to start us off.
When Robert Ouko was famously murdered, Mwai Kibaki reportedly showed a chance inkling of conscience in rare moment of wakefulness. Nicolas Biwott fondled the back of his head like a beloved pet to be rewarded after a minor transgression has been banished off its behavior: 'Suck the bottle more, Mwai,' the total man advised, 'avoid stuff which can only hurt you more!'
Mwai Kibaki grinned his understanding and went back to bottle-sucking.
Decades later, Mwai Kibaki became president. For a while Emilio and Tinga seemed to seriously want to keep the promise of their popular mandate. They hired John Githong'o who, ans anti-corruption Czar, hired Kroll and associates I think it was. In tow was a forensic audit operation on state finances, backdated a decade, and then more, far-reaching and in-depth again. --That, to put it in John Michuki's phrase, was rattling a hive of rattlesnakes.
Even renowned and veteran snake charmers don't do that.
Githong'o meant business. Distressed snakes filled state house corridors hissing at every door, demanding peace. Besieged, endangered, Mwai Kibaki soon found himself seeking Arap Moi's audience. To his discomfort, none other than Nicolas Biwott, the man who long ago ordered him to keep to bottle-sucking and leave state matters to men, was in attendance and welcomed him. DT arap Moi laughed: 'you are too old, too sick, too much a thief yourself, and always too feeble for a dirty fight. Your government is unstable, and with the ambitious Raila scaring your side of the game, you are really not in a position to dismantle me and Biwott. What you need is our help, which you will beg for, lest Raila come with a persuasive deal as you know he is capable of!'
And then Biwott grinned at the president: 'You may now suck the bottle a little bit less, Mwai!'
And so it was John Githong'o who feared for his life and fled. The criminal looters of Kenya re-grouped, owned Kibaki and Raila, and ever since John, the fight against corruption has been in coma. And so the official, 2ND LIBERATION national celebration of the most corrupt man of the Moi era as a shining example!
www.sde.co.ke/thenairobian/article/2001247482/how-nicholas-biwott-acquired-yaya-centre-for-a-song
Talk about nations separated from their historical identities!
Another stellar anecdote is how Dr. Sally Koskei ---later famously the teary-eyed head of the civil service as the sun set on the Moi era---made her first millions from nothing but Biwott's words! But the details will pass for now.
The juiciest is the upgraded, popular version of Moi's public jest at the total man on account of his apparent pathological paranoia. ---'Nicolas is only married for the form. It is not even that none of us his confidantes know where he lives. Neither do his women! But worse is, he will not even let them steal his kiss, let alone exchange other bodily fluids!'
Nicolas had grown totally phobic to human intimacy, his old boss hinted. He had so armor-plated his heart that it was now like an unlovable turtle, ever wary, ever shy of emotion like the head of a tortoise is suspicious of the surrounding.
To a bull with a multinational, multicultural and an international harem of a polygamous homestead, celibacy was far from a natural calling. Arap Moi's 'married for the form' must have been a run in to the core. For it was true in his bullish heydays, no heifer-c.unt he smelled he didn't find ripe. But now, a paranoid loner reminiscent of the later emotional cripple Howard Hughes, his huge testosterone levels had perhaps reduced him to the catholic priests famous release in the absence of young choir boys: habitual masturbation.
This was the kind of purgatory to which a life of greedy sin, murder and the orchestration of untold economic crimes, had been condemned.
The official obituaries can be read in the mass media. Luckily we are not all court sycophants, nor intellectual houseboys trained in high feats of mental masochism, that we all will make a fool of our country and ourselves, parroting official lies, lauding the most debauched and immoral of them dying kleptocrats as a national hero. And a man to emulate by our kids!
BAKING IN THEIR OWN FART AT THE TOP
Aah, Abu Nuwasi, loan me your sting
Grant Maatiang'i of education your wit
A court's fool you were, but the brainiest
A King's pet you were, but the deadliest
A herd of unscrupulous Kenyan politicians mourn
Their cries fake, their mouths a festival of falsehoods
Their tongues, like mine around the bones of fish, do
Dribble smoothly around the truth, to spit empty words!
I hope Fred Maatiang'i comes back to Education after his tour of duty a loyalist careerist, trustable with security during elections: 'TOTAL MAN BIWOTT, our history syllabus books must treat him as one of our greats, No!?'
Sorry you twin dwarfs, JM Kariuki and Bildad Kaggiah!
Monday will be hot in my class! We did Nkaissery the other day, and the class itself very proud I thought. Except for the girls who were mostly giggling into their smartphones, may be mongering hate on rogue whatsupp groups!
Who knows what women do on their smarties!?
PART 11.
THE EPITOME OF KLEPTOCRACY: BIWOTT AS A MUBUTIST PEAK