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Post by jakaswanga on Nov 23, 2017 20:37:49 GMT 3
LUOLAND SECESSION TALK: KURDISTAN AND BARZANI!?I will give an in-depth later in to what or who this Barzani thingy is. But there is need for a local introduction. When Ngina's boy is sworn in next Tuesday for his 2nd and pre-Ruto term, he will have to make up his mind about this secession talk. It is poison, its all over the place, its a cloud of bad hanging over political discourse in the land. It feeds too much into the divorce dynamic of evil, Jekyl or Hyde Dr. Ndii.But then there is this. His Excellency has comfortabley presided over the effective loss of sovereignty over Kenya's Migingo in Homa Bay county. This fact should make it easy for Muigai to make up his mind. -Basta, the mad Jaruos over to Museveni! Good riddance!There is the small matter of the official oath of office. It contains stuff about defending every inch of the national territory, it is the kind of LINDA NCHI stuff which, for the case of the Somalia adventure, is just a facade for the army top brass to deforest that war-torn land, and become fatty charcoal dealers. However, fish with its throat-sticking bones may not be the army's cup of tea, which means there is no profit in defending some rocky watery inches of fishy territory. I therefore expect as I suspect, the mere thought of Migingo provokes a fit of derisive laughter from the well-fed throat of the president elect! Consider this: Kaluma the Articulate hails from Homa Bay county. That is the Migingo area. Kaluma is the Nestor of constitutional secession. He has burnt the midnight oil on it. The Clown Ababu Namwamba with his bill to excise Nyanza counties from the Republic of Kenya, is a bit of a Kaluma clone on the other side. Too, at the font line of leading lights who will maximum resist the Uhuru presidency, professing Kamwana's illegitimacy at every twist and turn, are the eminences Gladys Wanga and Amillo Gesax2. And where do they come from!? Migingo! oops! Uhuru Kenyatta would have to show a lot of high mind to avoid a grin of satisfaction at the annexation of Migingo by Museveni. And since when has the son of Ngina been known for his high mind!? For sooth then, I don't think there is any issue of oath to worry about. No patriotic Erinyes will haunt him and hunt him (as if he were some Orestes commit the unforgivable!). There too is the exonerating precedent of the relaxed Mwai Kibaki. He thought Museveni was just a stupid provocateur with a lot of time to waste on his hands: Thus did Emilio twitch his nose at the Ankole Longhorn: 'let that cow take Migingo. Meanwhile we will busy make the whole of the Uganda economy a province of Kenya's finance!'Uganda's decision to re-route her oil through Tz is an infatile fit of the Longhorn, feeling outclassed by .ke! Never mind. The point to be made is, Uhuru is in the safe zone failing his sworn oat of office (to defend the territorial integrity of Kenya). After all, even Raila hasn't done more than perfunctory lip service. What is the big deal then? THE RAT IN THE CAGE What methinks the son of Jomo is better off minding, --and which I am sure he wont, is the debt portfolio of Kenya which has famished investment in the so-called development (in productivity). Neither does he have an agenda for the necessary, wide-ranging and thorough-going package of minimal economic reforms needed to catapult Kenya further, past this political crisis. Kenya is walking upside down. Debt (loans) should escalate investment in economic productivity (the factors thereof including labour). And when a nation has pretences to industrialisation on the fast track, investment in productivity, the expansion of the productive base, is even a more bitter and desperate priority. But this is not what the treasury figures say. Nay, Rotich may maintain the placid face of an Asperges syndrome man, but the economy is auto mutilating: -- we are borrowing to offset debt, and at commercial shark rates. --We are cutting off expenditure on development to repay matured loans. --The banks, to top up the scorch-earth policy on investment, are, guilded by the CBK governor himself, bent on charging the skies for interest rates. --And I haven't mentioned the bankrupt and corrupt counties with their colonially inspired 'hut tax' antics!These are part of the contours of the jam-hole within which we will watch the 2nd Kenyatta term writhing within. These are some of the pillars of the cage Kenyatta will be boxed. Kenyatta is just a bigger version of the inept governor running your bankrupt county, and morphed into nothing but a plaything for Kamau Thugge. NB: Remember the new crocodile president to be of Zimbabwe is such a plaything too. For diamong-smuggler General Chiwenga to mount his palace coup, he had to get the blessings of South Africa's Zuma, Jacob, the Chinese military command, major shareholders of Zimbabwe; and the old British establishment! (divorce is a long process, many hungovers!) No, the Zimbabwean people were not party to these consultations, nor to the final deal! But that is what will make the history of Zimbabuw a must-read! Just like the credit-rating of Kenya does not depend on what Rotich does or does not do, but on what losses the creditors of Kenya, and major investors like China, are ready to incur on their investments! --The Kenyan people!? There is still some mileage to screw them further without much ado! Is there nothing Ouru can do to beat back some sense into the economy? There is, but I wager it is beyond his ideological competences. Consider two points on finance management: 1. Austerity 2. Control of corruption. He has been there for five years and he did nothing on both accounts. He wont anymore, on his lame duck stretch. His call is gone. His historic moment wasted. (Rotich's packet of austerity --less travel, no flowers for offices
are of course a sick joke!). This historical brief of the tropical gangsters (aka nyapara bourgeoisie), is to facilitate the mass loot of their countries. Their role as a class is to position Africa in a come-and-rape-me position, and so long there is non-threatening resistance, this will be. It is still the season of beggar heads of state from Africa, making keep whoring themselves and hawking their countries at the capitals of foreign capital. Watch the new president of Zimbabue perfume himself for that role, watch Muigai the Kenyatta Kamwana pick up the role after his oath! In that background we move to tackle Luo nationalism and the Kenyan presidency: a fatal attraction!?
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Post by jakaswanga on Nov 25, 2017 11:19:39 GMT 3
LUOLAND SECESSION TALK: KURDISTAN AND BARZANI!?I will give an in-depth later in to what or who this Barzani thingy is. But there is need for a local introduction. --------- In that background we move to tackle Luo nationalism and the Kenyan presidency: a fatal attraction!? BARZANI'S END IN KURDISTANA historical warning about waning feudal elites trying a last shot. To be IRAQI or not to be? The crossroads. Well done, Barzani finally bowing to 'term limits', but he had to come to it now, didn't he!? Here is where we come from, 2015. Bananalands are all the same, even if bathed in crude oil! --- Consequently Barzani used his peshmerga, his personal militia masquerading as Kurdish defence forces, to enforce the extension of his illegal term! As the Iraqi army, a mean beast inspired from its recent victory over ISIS in Mosul, rolled into Kurdistan last month to lay claim to the vast oil fields of Kirkuk, and quash the independence drive, no Kurd was ready to fight to the death under the illegal president Barzani! Oh No, even the heroic peshmerga just melted away. (To the East the Iranian army massed. To the North the Turkish army massed. surging up from the South were the crazed Iraqi militas) The Iraqi Kurds, 98% for independence, had to make up their minds to fight to the death under the illegitimate Barzani. Dream suspended, they concluded. Hmmm! what do they say about starting fights you can't finish? Facts on the ground. Dreams in the head. Stupid political leadership. Humble pie time. Let it not be said, that, as we drink chang'aa in the local dens of Kavirondo, we did not rise to our professions as teachers, to drive historical lessons home with clinical coldness. I am game on the dream, O My Kavirondo republic! But sleep my mind wont on the fishy party pillow! Neither will I water my mind at Anyang' Nyong'o's bar where thee shall submit only the thoughts his stale mind!As a tit-bit I will later tell the story of my brutal introduction to the question of Kurdish nationalism. That was in London during the Nottigham Carnival, where I got sucked into a knife fight on the streets, defending a Kenyan wearing Kenyan colours. The Kurdish attackers were avenging Kenya's betrayal of one, Abdullah Ocalan. No, I didn't know who the hell the rogue was then. I had other weighty matters in mind than the complicities of the Kenyan ruling class to international terrorism. But that is a story for a later date. After the incident, I soon became a follower of the adventures of Kurdish nationalism in the middle east. This became in addition to the Odyssey of the Palestinians I was already familiar with. Arafat --now widely believed to have been assassinated by Ariel The Tank Sharon--- and co looked to me like Odysseus between the Karybdis of Arab state corruption and the Skylla of Israeli occupation. Some journey that, I decided to tab. But never mind. The Kurdish dream for a homeland is a powerful force. A five century vigil. Any peoples dream for an own homeland is, a ticking bomb. That is why you know the legend of the EXODUS, and the three-thousand year old dream of the Jewish people to return to where the Romans expelled them from. ZIONISM is the codification of their dream for an own homeland. And you have to take stock of the ruthlessness with which the modern Israeli state has defended her turf, to appreciate just what the idea of a homeland can mean to a people. Then of course, there are the depths of insanity the homeland dream can lead a people to. The Israeli-Palestinian tango, a dance between the self-righteous colonist and the self-righteous colonial, is a good place to start a study of this holy homeland pathology. Who is your terrorist now!? Never mind that too. A FEUDAL INSTITUTE IN IRAQI KURDISTAN OVERREACHES ITSELF, AND FALTERSMassaoud Barzani.
Massoud Barzani, now resigned, comes from an institutional family in Kurdistan nationalism. His father earned fame in the annals of that dream. A fighter. The Kurdish dream for an own homeland has been around for half a millennia. That is nothing compared to how long the Jewish people had to wait of course. The Jews were dispersed to all corners of the grain-giving earth, or, if you wish, mostly to the genocide-practising and Holocaust-loving Western world. You know, if you consider Western Civilisation under the industrial bourgeoisie as the leading light in the last centuries, it becomes a hard tell, explaining why the Jewish people, ensconced within that enlightened part of the world, would all of a sudden bolt, back to the backward and primitive middle east! Who knows the sorrows and woe life at the heartland of civilisation befell upon them, that they quit!? Yeah, When you see a frog jumping in broad daylight, there is an African quip about a possible why! Germans! (they don't have a sense of humour. Even an odd order by their mad Fuhrer to exterminate their fellow citizens on account of biology they would obey! Interahamwe clowns of the Rhine!) but never mind. The would-be midwife of the modern Kurdish state, Massoud Barzani, was a crown prince. His emergence was a feudal succession. Of warrior pedigree, he fought the good fight for the while, against the likes of Baathist Saddam Hussein and his murderous friend, Chemical Ali. Then came the big break for Barzani; the change in international power relations which hoisted a premature autonomy on the Kurds of Northern Iraq, propelled Barzani, and not the rival clanman Talabani, to the de facto president of an autonomous Kurdistan region. It has been an oil mini state in effect, curved out of an imperialist dismembered Iraq. Strange bed fellows, but that is life for you. You wake up in beds you wouldn't remember how you got into. Warrior Barzani, quicker than Robert Mugabe, degenerated into a feudal overlord. The Kurdish oil state in Northern Iraq became a banana-oil republic, a failed administration, a nepotistic network of corrupt officialdom like the best of your African nightmares. Think E-Guinea, think Angola, or even Nigeria. That kind of rot suited imperialist interests just fine; they feted the goat for a later slaughter. The lamb Barzani meanwhile took Kurdish nationalism for a ride. Two decades is a long time for a ride though. Barzani had to do what all expired dictators do to stay in power. Illegal term extensions, repressions, ethnic cleansings, rigged elections, medieval nepotism et al. At long last he ran out of gimmicks, and had to play the ultimate card: THE HOLY DREAM OF A KURDISH HOMELAND. He organised a referendum for it. the result of course was a foregone conclusion.: UMUOFIA KWENU!? KWENU!? Roared the Kurdish Wafula Chebukati-YAAAAA! The ballots would thunder back a Paul-Kagame-like endorsement. But with a catch! Not even the armed militia loyal to Barzani, the foot soldiers, would risk their lives fighting Baghdad, under the leadership of a gone sod like Barzani. The people had figured out the Barzani gimmick, enticing them with an old passionate dream to underwrite Barzani's familial corruption and illegitimacy, and clannish banana administration! The inspired Iraqi army rolled into the KAG (Kurdish autonomous region) without meeting resistance. It could of course be a tactical withdrawal like the Russians used to suck Napoleon into their horrid winter and chop up the invading army, but the case of the melted Peshmerga of Iraqi Kurdistan is different. Barzani has had to resign. The Kurdish dream is still intact. Waiting for men better forged in the head, and heart. A lesson worth a learn.
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Post by jakaswanga on Nov 26, 2017 15:24:40 GMT 3
TOWARD THE REAL DEAL, THE EMANCIPATION OF LABOUR, AND THE CONTINENTAL REVOLUTION.
I will be your pan-Afriki for today.
There is a Luo chant: THE LONG CALL. Nende pod wariwore, ne pod wagondo. Okola deko, wang'yorewa opogore -eee! ---JOWI! --JOWI!
(Delay me a path as I wander long and far Our ways diverged; Salute us if you reach first!)
In a long march, there are stragglers. A lot of leaders too fall by the way side. I remember the last bullet theory. Imebaki tu lisasi moja, we were told as the elections season flared into intense activity. Age was catching up with Kalonzo Musyoka I guess, and only the guarantee this was Raila Odinga's final shot, would pacify the unresting soul of the Ukamban to stay the course.
Ababu Namwamba, then still a celebrated commander within the ranks of 'our' party, went around mobilising the pack with this pitch. Of course since then the General has changed sides, hawking his eloquent talents at the side bidding higher. The long march must have its fair share of soldiers of fortune too.
In the long march toward the liberation of Kenya, comprador Luo nationalism has been a soldier of fortune too. That is a characteristic it has shared with any other major --comprador dominated-- nationalism in Kenya, and, invariably, all Kenyan ethnic nationalisms talking the talk, have been comprador dominated.
Our tragedy of sorts.
Since the moment independence was defined as enjoying matunda ya Uhuru, the petty bourgeoisie leadership of the various tribes, ethnicities now better called nations, united at first in the monopolistic KANU, authored a self-serving interpretation which insisted it was primitive accumulation time, ethnic style. This was legalising state banditry, because in this endeavour, where state power was the all powerful instrument, it became imperative that it be captured by a tribe's own man. So would the gravy train really role the tribe's way, went the sales pitch.
Howbeit this cannibalistic free for all run at the treasury, became the formula throughout Africa. --Like the white tribe had ruthlessly wielded state power to cater for their own narrow interests, so would the Kenyatta's and the Mubutu's and the Boigny's of Africa, and the Suharto's and Marcose's of Asia, privatise the state allegedly to the interest of their peoples.
It was an ideological regression which set the stage for competitive politics, but of the type spiralling downwards. It re-incarnated old faultlines, cultivated fake enemies, and excelled in scapegoatism for easy, direct injection narratives. The political manifestation of this retrogressiveness became a dictatorial, clientelistic, nepotistic and utterly corrupt order, a wholesale parade of incompetent and authoritarian regimes of mass squalor. The OAU list is long. In Africa this mental collapse or comatose at the top, also meant a dive into the bosom of SAP! (This was the medicine the World Bank and IMF concocted to administer to the financially half-dead Sub-Sahara land mass ---to further incapacitate her.)
Primitive, Tribal politics throughout the continent at large, had failed to work a post-colonial 'wirtschaftswunder' in one of the best resource-endowed regions and continents. The natural resources curse. On the contrary, Africa was firmly back in chains, a bit looser though, coz we now talked Neo (colonialism). But the African ruling class had abdicated duty. Their total surrender was cast in iron: SAP.
ANTI-COLONIAL, PRO-CAPITALIST: SOLVE
Formal Luo nationalism, the dormant strand and organised in political activity, had always been anti-colonial, but not anti capitalist. It's popular base was rural, pre-urban, and of course necessarily peasant parochial. The dreams of her leadership, lets say Jaramogi and Tom Mboya, for these two were the most brilliant, were bourgeois; expectedly so, because that is the general historical experience and, come to think of it, the logical pathway of the petty bourgeoisie.
Class suicide is not their first (nor in the top ten) class instinct.
Continued:
MBOYA AND ODINGA, THE IMPI FORMATION
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Post by jakaswanga on Nov 26, 2017 17:06:30 GMT 3
CONTINUED: MBOYA AND ODINGA: THE IMPI FORMATIONOf course popular talk has it Odinga's KPU was Socialist. The best mark I can give the Odinga-Kaggia clique or axis, is that they were s ocial democratic. By the mid 19-sixties on the global stage, in that century, in the middle of the so-called cold war, which was live-bullet hot in the third world, international social democracy had long accepted the ideological supremacy of Capitalism, then fondly dubbed free enterprise. Social democrats were now interned and subscribed to the global status quo, they merely wanted to smoothen the rough edges of capitalism at their local, to pacify the organised workers and prevent an epidemic of (revolutionary) socialist consciousness across the globe. A fifth column. Tom Mboya was in greater problems. This high-flying son of our Waterland had emerged as a workers' leader. He was a charged, multi-talented trade unionist. He was riding the most radical and dynamic social formation, labour, but he was instinctively minded, as a conservative and barely post-colonial petty bourgeoisie upstart, to deliver labour to the infantile post-colonial bourgeoisie order. Howbeit in this order, of which he was the secretary organiser of the ruling party, he had the highest personal ambitions. He was essentially a classic social democrat, albeit in the wrong continent, at the wrong time. He was in a dangerous trap. The hardcore social democratic union leaders in the Motherlands of international capital had a magic wand to pacify their workers with, a Kirke-like weapon their social democratic counterparts of the third world (like Tom Mboya) did not have. The mature bourgeoisie to whom they had surrendered, dominated the global trade, raked huge profits abroad, exported their internal contradictions, reduced the third world to an expropriation yard, and, wittily minded, brought a hefty loot home to award homeground labour with. And like a go-getter husband brings home a hefty paycheque that buys the compliance of his wife and concubines even as he abuses other women a-far, out and about, the Western Bourgeoisie traded off a bit of their international profit in exchange for the servility their home labour force and, of course, for their complicity in the global rape abroad. International labour Class solidarity my foot! The social democrats vowed. Charity begins at home. The workers in Capital's Motherlands and their social democratic leaders in the West, became a labour aristocracy. They became highly privileged, highly rewarded for keeping the global order from red intrusion. In White Solidarity, they did not have to face the music of the whip as it were, in the slave plantations abroad. They, European social democrats, denounced communists in their midst into parias, colluded in the murder of revolutionary leaders abroad, turned with venom against the Vietnamese war of liberation against first the French, and later the US. They bought into the apartheid logic of Verwoed, and went easy on Ian Smith of Rhodesia, Mugabe's predecessor. Just that you know we keep tab and score cards in the Chang'aa dens where we give our best lectures! Mama Mboga and her clients needs to be fortified against any intimidation by any force from heaven or earth, now that the likes of prophet Anyang' Nyong'o with rotten tongue speaketh, claiming thinking outside the party line is treason, blasphemy! Anyway The luxury of this social-democratic orchestrated aristocratic lifestyle (enjoyed by the European working class in exchange for their subservience to capital, is a paradise the working classes of the third world, in our case Kenya, did not have, could not, and were not going to have. The political economy of global capitalism within the Western orbit, to which we of Kenya protectorate belonged, had defined us a different role therein
.... (Just like the white capitalist order of south AFRICA, apartheid, had a racialised pecking order, even at puzzy time! this was a caste system iron-cast!) This otherwise defined place for (would-be) social democrats in the colonies, was the cage men like Mboya found themselves within. Mboya hadn't (YET?) evolved enough to consider the possibilities of a radical, socialist revolution as a way out of his cage, but the consciousness within the burgeoning Kenya Trade Union movement (which he led) was already radical enough to flirt with red revolution. Mboya, having firmly aligned to the Western, say reactionary wing of the international trade movement during the cold war, found himself called upon --some say financed---- to conduct a purge of the radicals. Who owned Kenya now!? A leading light from Luoland was swimming with the sharks, or, as we say in the islands of Kavirondo, riding a raft of smily crocodiles. ***
Ocholla Ogaye Makanyengo, then one of the purged, young and evolving radical socialists within the Union, and vying for top leadership to boot, would later tell us, old man under a tree with a school of boys, of this battle within the Union movement. 'Omera ne wan Joluo te, to gino nopogowa. Ne wakone Tom ni iriek, to ka to ifuwo. Wan Jotich ok dang' wabed e bwo party Jokuoye ma Jo-KANU, kendo wabed e bwo weg-tich. Mano wan slaves ma onge wigi ma gitigo giwegi. Ooyo Tom, wan Joma mentally independent. Mano e COTU ma wan wabiro riembo!'--Boys, it was a great gathering of Luos. We told Mboya he was ordinarily clever, but this issue he was fooling. We workers representatives could not be under the thieves of KANU, and again be under the employers will. That reduces us to slaves of no own minds. Nay Tom, we are mentally independent, and that is the route we intend with the umbrella Union!'The Tom Mboya faction won. ---The likes of Makanyengo were purged to the sidelines. ('Did you think he, Tom, was a CIA agent?' I remember this question put to Makanyengo by a fellow named Akoko, a local teacher no one ever saw a smile on his face all his years. ----Yes, I come from a place men ask questions you just pretend you haven't heard. Fishy questions. Then some boys grow up compelled to think, fishy answers too!). For all the public differences between Tom and Jaramogi, they were both Capital loyalists and adherents. Socialism was just a propaganda mouthful to hoodwink the industrial mass. This mass was increasingly frowning in the rapidly growing cities; they were wary because they could see their real incomes oddly heading south, inflation stalking, and some fruits of independence tasting decidedly bitter. (an unfolding financial crisis dictating adjustments to the Uhuru euphoria!?) Organised Luo nationalism in the post-colonial space then, I re-state in this thesis, formed an IMPI, both apparently competing wings forming but an open comprador jaw to chew dead the liberation dream. If they thought otherwise, that they championed different visions, it was merely the neo-colonial comprador in denial, as childishly deluded as by reflex. This (delusion) latter tends to be an (ideological) complex of any petty bourgeoisie leadership, charged with articulating historical purpose. One better say this, now that a parasitic comprador class, organised in a monopoly party, openly documented at the Auditor General's annual reports as a thieving racket, is busy hawking the historical purpose of, did you hear it, Independence! No, secession! Continued. JARAMOGI ODINGA'S KPU CALL FOR LAND REFORM: an alternative reading.
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Post by jakaswanga on Nov 27, 2017 23:08:39 GMT 3
FIRST AN INTERLUDE, TO PUT THINGS IN PERSPECTIVE A: ALWAYS A DO OR DIE FOR THE MUMBI COMPRADORTomorrow, the 28th of September 2017, as Ouru Muigai Kenyatta is sworn in for his final term, elements of comprador nationalism within the House of Mumbi wont be able to hide a triumphalist undertone. Others more rabid in the pathology of supremacy, will outrightly be boisterous, showing their satisfaction at the symbolism of this event. Kamwana would surely have put paid to the dreams of the feared competitor, for while Kenyatta's has flourished, the Odinga dynasty is in bad shape. The warrior Raila is aged and now only a frustrated spoiler, his son Fidel is dead, and the talent Rosemary is ailing. For the Elephant Mother, only the other day sighted at DT arap Moi's side, no doubt sealing more dynastic deals for the future, the smooth elevation of her boy to complete his destiny at the expense of that Uncut remnant, is definitely a moment she will savour in private, savour like the stolen delight of solitary masturbation. THE ABSENT NARRATIVE TOMORROW To project the Kamwana as Saviour of the Nyumba myth, and have the House of Mumbi, at least in public, bow as one before The Deliverer, no effort has been left spared. To rid itself of its radical, critical streak, the Gikuyu comprador class has of course been insidious and mirthless. Johnstone Kamau, better known with his alias Jomo Kenyatta, and Mbiyu Koinange in quick-witted greed, were rapidly awake to the fact that, no sooner would the Mau Mau fighters emerge from the forest than they would realise there had been a Big swindle. The land they had so patriotically fought for, so brutally shed blood to regain, was already perched upon and claimed by earlier birds, The Homegaurds; and these had no plans of letting go of their PRIVATE PROPERTY, nor would they have the time for some sh!t agenda called LAND REFORM, nor, for that matter, Justice and Freedom tied to Land. This was a recipe for trouble. Mbiyu and Jomo thus prepared for the forest heroes, the kind of reception Clytemnestra had for Agamemnon, King of Men. On the tyrants triumphant return from the sack of Troy ---never mind that he had Cassandra in tow as a spoil, and she was prophetically gifted, dread woe was to be his lot. Jukwaaists like Amigo Mank, who I have reason to suspect may hail from the environs wherefrom some of the legendary Mau Mau commanders are household names, can care to deal us in on what happened to many of the Rastafarians. I remember one only shaved off his rastas during Kibaki's presidency, but I forget the occasion! Some of us of course did time reading Maina (Wa Kinyatti), Ngugi (WaThiong'o) and a variety of other deeper pathologists of the Nyumba Unity mask, and there is that gently poke, Independence became a carcass for hounds. Koinange would train his dog Jomo into a savage hound. And like an Orwellian Squealer, he would organise a killer-crew of hounds. A string of secret murders and military operations ---to finish forever and flush out the rejectionists followed, but the Mau Mau memory still lingered on, becoming threatening enough to burst surface with the show-case crucifixion of JM Kariuki of Nyandarua.JM's killing wasn't just assassination. It was gory torture. It was mutilation and degradation. It was bestial. --Why!? Why not just a clean hit and be done!? Why the demented pathology!? Of course there is a Gikuyu rap song which goes I know how, who, where and why they killed JM! But you wont hear it on Kameme, Inooro or any other pop channel! Jomo Kenyatta, top hound on the carcass, it must be conceded, didn't spare his backyard the full glory of his black heart. It isn't just Uncut folk like Tom Mboya he cut down, No, he didn't flinch from tearing his own cubs. A lot of Gikuyu pop-singers these days have only half-minds. On their Nyumba history, they suffer a memory loss on the size of the Kenya cash debt. Without that memory loss, the Kamwana myth wouldn't pick. Of course the critical sounds are there, but they are marginalised, they are like an underground scene, hush-hush like the stuff of sedition ---which in deed they are. They are the sharp pins which can deflate a balloon. The only way the Gikuyu comprador can continue holding on, the only way the can continue keeping a lid on the boiling Gikuyu riff-raff, peddling the deliverance myth of Kamwana, is by continued control of state power.This is literal insurance. Don't know whether Chubukati fathomed this truth. Last time around, it took the firm hand of John Michuki in a colonial-like murderous campaign, to contain the situation. The Gikuyu riff-raff, say sub-altern proletariat, organised in desperate wings of the Mungiki, became such a physical menace to the well-to-do, that something drastic had to be done. The cold-blooded campaign of extra-judicial killings which the merciless John unleashed on Mungiki, young Gikuyu males in the main, is on record for the uncataracted. Wacha wewe! Gikuyu cultural records I am talking. For the Kenya national archives is like ethe mind of a Korsakov patient: incoherent, inconsistent, lapsy and a near pathological liar. This is how it comes that tomorrow, at the swearing in at Kasarani, our official archives will celebrate the result of a free and fair democratic exercise. A whole two successful elections in one month! Duly elected Muigai, just like the duly elected Emilio of yonder.We all haven't all lost our minds though. We just enjoy farce, even tragi-farce. Tomorrow will be one huge one. --Yes, something is wrong, there is another ceremony planned at Jacaranda grounds. --weeping and wailing for the dead! It may still be one country, one house, but our hearts and minds no longer travel together it seems, we are just keeping appearances of living together, flying one flag. But bad marriages can last very long if couples do something right! --Like admit they are out of options than to stick together and fight to death!
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Post by jakaswanga on Dec 3, 2017 20:43:15 GMT 3
PART 2: DO OR DIE FOR THE COMPRADOR GIKUYU ELITEB: The orgy of liquidations and mass killings with which the state, privatised into the ownership of a Mount Kenya monied and propertied clique, reacted to contain the disenfranchised youth of the house of Mumbi --a marginalised mish-mash of riff-raff youth organised in the menacing (proscribed sect) Mungiki, was not going to solve the problem of mass exclusion. Other strategies needed be thought out and effected. Controlling them by feeding them cheap and poisonous drink ---the soft-cock strategy which became a huge scandal in the Nyumba, only evoked the patriotic upsurge of the likes of Baba Yao, also known as Ferdinand Waititu. To save the cubs of Mumbi from the rage of their own scared elite, and to prevent the wombs of Mumbi from abandoning the soft cocks of the nyumba to freely welcome and cohabit with the hard-labour cocks from the land of the Uncut, Baba Yao came in like a white knight on fire, so said. But what does Baba Yao and his friend Moses Kuria have to offer the cubs, having weaned them off mind-killing beverages? This army with its ebulient energies needs a war to fight! Operating within the comprador (political economic) framework which, in conservative parasitism, will not reform the economic base to expand and absorb the excess labour boiling over in the slum reserves, Baba Yao and his would-be saints of The House are doomed to offer but fictitious and diversionary solutions. RELIGION is always a good one to start with. But, not just that Baba Yao is decidedly secular, in an escalating economic crisis .... Gods graces is no magic wand to quell a restive sub proletariat, wretched in the urban slums of a despotic capitalism. A good SCAPEGOAT must be found. To direct the rage upon! And this is where the mother of all FALSE NARRATIVES comes home: it is the evil Odinga and his following of uncut vermin who are holding The House back from its jubilant fate in the promised land! If Waititu does not talk land reform in Gikuyuland, nor a new economic deal, which involves massive pro-people economic reforms, there is only one option left for his evolution: the propagation of chauvinism, to maintain a hold over the disenfranchised mob of the Nyumba. That is why when, in Karatina, on the road to the funeral of the late Gakuru Wahome of Nyeri, a section of the cubs stopped vehicles to search for Raila to teach him a lesson, the political leaders of the area held their tongues. If they block the scapegoat option, the cubs will come for them! They fear. NB: After the cubs expelled the NASA tenants from outer Juja, what happened? The cubs themselves entered the houses and are not paying rent. This is an important point on the rebound. To expel the cubs and make profit to service loans on the investments, what now, invite the killer Hessy's to moonlight as rent collectors in an intra-House battle!? Anyway, these low-level real estate entrepreneurs and street cubs, can be sacrificed by the top echelons of the house for the greater good, of the tribe of course! You know, like supermarkets wipe out retail shops in a given area. This brings us back to the dead narrative of land reform, if one remembers Bildad Kaggia and his ill-fated lot. It is a non-existent point in the current 2030-Vision narrative of Jubilee, the monopoly party of the Mount Kenya, and, considering the intellectual firepower employed by Ndung'u in his report on the question of land, to pretend this question does not exist requires a denial which is best dealt with as comedy. A total eclipse of the senses. But luckily there are the instincts, of survival. There are lots of voices of no lost sense, if you care to listen, even to the Mountain. NEXT: KAGGIA AND JARAMOGI ODINGA'S KPU CALL FOR LAND REFORM: AN ALTERNATIVE READING. PART ONE. FIRST AN INTERLUDE, TO PUT THINGS IN PERSPECTIVE A: ALWAYS A DO OR DIE FOR THE MUMBI COMPRADORTomorrow, the 28th of September 2017, as Ouru Muigai Kenyatta is sworn in for his final term, elements of comprador nationalism within the House of Mumbi wont be able to hide a triumphalist undertone. Others more rabid in the pathology of supremacy, will outrightly be boisterous, showing their satisfaction at the symbolism of this event. Kamwana would surely have put paid to the dreams of the feared competitor, for while Kenyatta's has flourished, the Odinga dynasty is in bad shape. The warrior Raila is aged and now only a frustrated spoiler, his son Fidel is dead, and the talent Rosemary is ailing. For the Elephant Mother, only the other day sighted at DT arap Moi's side, no doubt sealing more dynastic deals for the future, the smooth elevation of her boy to complete his destiny at the expense of that Uncut remnant, is definitely a moment she will savour in private, savour like the stolen delight of solitary masturbation. THE ABSENT NARRATIVE TOMORROW To project the Kamwana as Saviour of the Nyumba myth, and have the House of Mumbi, at least in public, bow as one before The Deliverer, no effort has been left spared. To rid itself of its radical, critical streak, the Gikuyu comprador class has of course been insidious and mirthless. Johnstone Kamau, better known with his alias Jomo Kenyatta, and Mbiyu Koinange in quick-witted greed, were rapidly awake to the fact that, no sooner would the Mau Mau fighters emerge from the forest than they would realise there had been a Big swindle. The land they had so patriotically fought for, so brutally shed blood to regain, was already perched upon and claimed by earlier birds, The Homegaurds; and these had no plans of letting go of their PRIVATE PROPERTY, nor would they have the time for some sh!t agenda called LAND REFORM, nor, for that matter, Justice and Freedom tied to Land. This was a recipe for trouble. Mbiyu and Jomo thus prepared for the forest heroes, the kind of reception Clytemnestra had for Agamemnon, King of Men. On the tyrants triumphant return from the sack of Troy ---never mind that he had Cassandra in tow as a spoil, and she was prophetically gifted, dread woe was to be his lot. Jukwaaists like Amigo Mank, who I have reason to suspect may hail from the environs wherefrom some of the legendary Mau Mau commanders are household names, can care to deal us in on what happened to many of the Rastafarians. I remember one only shaved off his rastas during Kibaki's presidency, but I forget the occasion! Some of us of course did time reading Maina (Wa Kinyatti), Ngugi (WaThiong'o) and a variety of other deeper pathologists of the Nyumba Unity mask, and there is that gently poke, Independence became a carcass for hounds. Koinange would train his dog Jomo into a savage hound. And like an Orwellian Squealer, he would organise a killer-crew of hounds. A string of secret murders and military operations ---to finish forever and flush out the rejectionists followed, but the Mau Mau memory still lingered on, becoming threatening enough to burst surface with the show-case crucifixion of JM Kariuki of Nyandarua.JM's killing wasn't just assassination. It was gory torture. It was mutilation and degradation. It was bestial. --Why!? Why not just a clean hit and be done!? Why the demented pathology!? Of course there is a Gikuyu rap song which goes I know how, who, where and why they killed JM! But you wont hear it on Kameme, Inooro or any other pop channel! Jomo Kenyatta, top hound on the carcass, it must be conceded, didn't spare his backyard the full glory of his black heart. It isn't just Uncut folk like Tom Mboya he cut down, No, he didn't flinch from tearing his own cubs. A lot of Gikuyu pop-singers these days have only half-minds. On their Nyumba history, they suffer a memory loss on the size of the Kenya cash debt. Without that memory loss, the Kamwana myth wouldn't pick. Of course the critical sounds are there, but they are marginalised, they are like an underground scene, hush-hush like the stuff of sedition ---which in deed they are. They are the sharp pins which can deflate a balloon. The only way the Gikuyu comprador can continue holding on, the only way the can continue keeping a lid on the boiling Gikuyu riff-raff, peddling the deliverance myth of Kamwana, is by continued control of state power.This is literal insurance. Don't know whether Chubukati fathomed this truth. Last time around, it took the firm hand of John Michuki in a colonial-like murderous campaign, to contain the situation. The Gikuyu riff-raff, say sub-altern proletariat, organised in desperate wings of the Mungiki, became such a physical menace to the well-to-do, that something drastic had to be done. The cold-blooded campaign of extra-judicial killings which the merciless John unleashed on Mungiki, young Gikuyu males in the main, is on record for the uncataracted. Wacha wewe! Gikuyu cultural records I am talking. For the Kenya national archives is like ethe mind of a Korsakov patient: incoherent, inconsistent, lapsy and a near pathological liar. This is how it comes that tomorrow, at the swearing in at Kasarani, our official archives will celebrate the result of a free and fair democratic exercise. A whole two successful elections in one month! Duly elected Muigai, just like the duly elected Emilio of yonder.We all haven't all lost our minds though. We just enjoy farce, even tragi-farce. Tomorrow will be one huge one. --Yes, something is wrong, there is another ceremony planned at Jacaranda grounds. --weeping and wailing for the dead! It may still be one country, one house, but our hearts and minds no longer travel together it seems, we are just keeping appearances of living together, flying one flag. But bad marriages can last very long if couples do something right! --Like admit they are out of options than to stick together and fight to death!
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Post by mank on Dec 4, 2017 4:55:51 GMT 3
FIRST AN INTERLUDE, TO PUT THINGS IN PERSPECTIVE A: ALWAYS A DO OR DIE FOR THE MUMBI COMPRADOR..... Mbiyu and Jomo thus prepared for the forest heroes, the kind of reception Clytemnestra had for Agamemnon, King of Men. On the tyrants triumphant return from the sack of Troy ---never mind that he had Cassandra in tow as a spoil, and she was prophetically gifted, dread woe was to be his lot. Jukwaaists like Amigo Mank, who I have reason to suspect may hail from the environs wherefrom some of the legendary Mau Mau commanders are household names, can care to deal us in on what happened to many of the Rastafarians. I remember one only shaved off his rastas during Kibaki's presidency, but I forget the occasion! Some of us of course did time reading Maina (Wa Kinyatti), Ngugi (WaThiong'o) and a variety of other deeper pathologists of the Nyumba Unity mask, and there is that gently poke, Independence became a carcass for hounds. Koinange would train his dog Jomo into a savage hound. And like an Orwellian Squealer, he would organise a killer-crew of hounds. A string of secret murders and military operations ---to finish forever and flush out the rejectionists followed, but the Mau Mau memory still lingered on, becoming threatening enough to burst surface with the show-case crucifixion of JM Kariuki of Nyandarua.JM's killing wasn't just assassination. It was gory torture. It was mutilation and degradation. It was bestial. --Why!? Why not just a clean hit and be done!? Why the demented pathology!? Of course there is a Gikuyu rap song which goes I know how, who, where and why they killed JM! But you wont hear it on Kameme, Inooro or any other pop channel! Jomo Kenyatta, top hound on the carcass, it must be conceded, didn't spare his backyard the full glory of his black heart. It isn't just Uncut folk like Tom Mboya he cut down, No, he didn't flinch from tearing his own cubs. A lot of Gikuyu pop-singers these days have only half-minds. On their Nyumba history, they suffer a memory loss on the size of the Kenya cash debt. Without that memory loss, the Kamwana myth wouldn't pick. Of course the critical sounds are there, but they are marginalised, they are like an underground scene, hush-hush like the stuff of sedition ---which in deed they are. They are the sharp pins which can deflate a balloon. The only way the Gikuyu comprador can continue holding on, the only way the can continue keeping a lid on the boiling Gikuyu riff-raff, peddling the deliverance myth of Kamwana, is by continued control of state power.This is literal insurance. Don't know whether Chubukati fathomed this truth. Last time around, it took the firm hand of John Michuki in a colonial-like murderous campaign, to contain the situation. The Gikuyu riff-raff, say sub-altern proletariat, organised in desperate wings of the Mungiki, became such a physical menace to the well-to-do, that something drastic had to be done. The cold-blooded campaign of extra-judicial killings which the merciless John unleashed on Mungiki, young Gikuyu males in the main, is on record for the uncataracted. Wacha wewe! Gikuyu cultural records I am talking. For the Kenya national archives is like ethe mind of a Korsakov patient: incoherent, inconsistent, lapsy and a near pathological liar. This is how it comes that tomorrow, at the swearing in at Kasarani, our official archives will celebrate the result of a free and fair democratic exercise. A whole two successful elections in one month! Duly elected Muigai, just like the duly elected Emilio of yonder.We all haven't all lost our minds though. We just enjoy farce, even tragi-farce. Tomorrow will be one huge one. --Yes, something is wrong, there is another ceremony planned at Jacaranda grounds. --weeping and wailing for the dead! It may still be one country, one house, but our hearts and minds no longer travel together it seems, we are just keeping appearances of living together, flying one flag. But bad marriages can last very long if couples do something right! --Like admit they are out of options than to stick together and fight to death! Amigo Jakaswanga, I will miss you when your people secede from ours. By that time, if it really comes, your people will have invented new divisions across which to fight. Among ours too, old divisions will have rejuvenated, or at least we shall have questioned the thesis of overlooking our divisions for peace and unity's sake, and we shall be fighting like hell. Perhaps then splinters of yours and mine may want to get together and reinvent a nation, but despair is no compelling foundation for a nation. I say No! All considered, therefore, I bet we are all better off today, even if the president is a Kenyatta! You "... have reason to suspect [ that Man K] may hail from the environs wherefrom some of the legendary Mau Mau commanders are household names...", but I will disappoint you to confirm that very few of my hommies are aware of the national status of the Mau Mau locals that now mostly inhabit unmarked graves! They may mention a native name of a commander here and there, but they are hardly invested in the subject to wonder why that name seems to be lost in the air! To that end, Kenyatta snr's government succeeded in wiping out the Mau Mau legends from Kenya's story! You might disagree, because we now mention "Mau Mau" with a fascinating monotony. But who exactly are we talking about, when we mention a faceless Mau Mau? To that too, you might counter that we often mention names. Yes, like Dedan Kimathi, we never ceased to mention, ever since the man was downed by the bullet of a ngaati. It was not so much for the man that there were such mentions, but for the purpose of a choreographed extinction of the Mau Mau. The Brittons wanted the world to believe that the Mau Mau died with the execution of Kimathi. Interestingly, Kenyatta liked that version of the story, and even while he took pleasure in pretending to be Mau Mau, and even had state-level correspondence with the leadership of Mau Mau during the planning of his release and onset of independence, he did not wish for these rugged warriors to have their fair share of history. And the nation at large followed his wish! Tell me, why is the Mau Mau leader who is featured with several politicians in Hilary Ng'weno's "The Making of a Nation" the only person for whom no narrative is given in the documentary? And how do we reconcile the failure of the documentary to talk about this individual with the title of the documentary, the fact that this individual was just coming from the forest with his army at the time of the picture, and the fact that he was also one of the four who led armies into the forest to begin with? What is honest about the documentary after such historical mischief? The Rastafarians of Kenya's freedom struggle were edited out in life as in history. AS a child I saw some of them struggling to comprehend the cruelty with which we disappointed their expectation for gratitude. The same man that is featured without identity in Hilary Ngw'eno's deceptive documentary was hurled into Kamiti prison within a year of the featured picture. His locks were mutilated by "Utumishi Kwa Wote" officers enroute Kamiti. In Kamiti he was broken in every way a man can be broken: body and spirit. Meanwhile others were murdered (General Baimungi), while others were left to the mercy of inevitable depression and poverty. The complex ones, like JM Kariuki, had to be solved in likewise complex ways! Kenyatta knew these people personally, and he could have saved any of them, and their stories, if he so chose, and for this reason, while I have no proof, I believe everything that happened was his wish! Anyway, amigo, now tell me about these new generals, starting with Dr. Ndii! Who is he? He is termed an economist, and I know he even holds a gargantuan economist's office, but I see nothing of an economist in his political philosophy. Even his statistical models cause me heart burns.
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Post by jakaswanga on Dec 6, 2017 20:47:26 GMT 3
JARAMOGI ODINGA'S KPU CALL FOR LAND REFORM: an alternative reading. Far from anything socialist they were! To upgrade, or pimp-up capitalism in Kenya, there needed be a LAND REFORM. (why this step is fundamental will be discussed later). Jaramogi Odinga and Bildad Kaggia understood this equation. But Jaramogi did not fathom the true political consequences of this land reform their KPU (Kenya Peoples Union) was pushing for. Such a reform, progressive though minimalist and absulutely not socialist, would enhance capitalism in Kenya, yes, --say free it from a feudal tenet, but --in that unshackling-- it would also liquidate the most important, fastest and surest route the KANU captains/middlemen in power, had of getting rich quickly. No way then for a land reform on those terms: KANU would close ranks; the historical land swindle would continue, edificed into the new independence dream! Time for Black Lord Dalameres, like the Kenyatta's. In other words, the land reform even if good for Kenyan capitalism in the long run, would be like suicide to the KANU racket, led by Kenyatta and co. The 'aristocratic --in the capitalist sense of unproductive--' black 'DIAMOND' class which had inherited the predatory white settler state, the new Lord Dalameres, would, no sooner than they had come into estate and tasted cream, be wiped away by a Kaggia land reform:
..it would be a historical parallel to the way the bourgeoisie/capitalist reforms had bankrupted the parasitic (feudal) aristocratic class elsewhere in the old world. (But the global political economy of imperialism dictated another course!) This doom for a new elite in control of state power, Jaramogi failed to perceive; but more tragic was the failure to recognise the disignated ---satelite--- role of this new independence elite, in the global political economy of the block to which we belonged, The West, and how fundamental they were to the survival of Western global capitalism. That failure reduced Jaramogi to a naive student of history. Such infantile minds, want to conduct revolution from within a parliament, a parliament which is the private dinner club of the status quoists, or consisting of their hired hands. Jaramogi in his misguided optimism, unaware of the lesson of Arbenz nor Moussadegg, may have reasoned, we win power by a free and fair election (see Chilean Salvador Allende and his broad front!), and once at the top, unleash the reform with popular, mobilised support. And this mass support should be enough to buttress the imperialist backlash as well as the fifth column sabotage by their local hirelings. (We will talk Arbenz of Guatemala some time!) Now, that is a fine petty bourgeoisie fantasy. That is how you end up surrendered like Robert Mugabe, Yoweri Museveni, and just about every other toddler in power anywhere. ---Including Jacobo Arbenz of Guatemala!? (Students of these things can also interrogate Raila Odinga on how he was checkmated with his fantasies of reform as soon as he had helped -Tosha'd--- Kibaki to the throne! Agwambo was bundled out of power the way his dad and his band were, back in 1966, during that fateful Limuru conference!(It would be instructive to visit this fateful day in Limuru at length! Later may be) NB: There are nice anecdotes how Kiraitu the Intrigant Murungi made sure Raila's calls to Kibaki in state house were disbarred. And even juicer tales of how one day Lucy Kibaki had enough of it, and personally had her driver go and fetch Raila to be a dinner guest at state house. Kibaki was pleasantly surprised: 'You are lost, Jaluo, you don't even bother to call me these days!? What is up!?')MUSEVENI MUGABE VERSUS HUGO CHAVEZ Kwanza, this isn't children''s play, the fate of true reformers, like Tom Sankara Ati the centrepiece of Arbenze's policy was a land reform which prioritised the distribution of land to Maasai and Gikuyu landless whose forebears had been dispossessed and expropriated by British colonialism!? So he had to go!? No kidding, that is not a solitary incident Open sources will confirm, before Google erases them all with new algorithms. Ati he introduced a range of progressive
... policies ... but his centrepiece was the NATIONALISATION of Iranian oil industry! A cardinal offence against who!? If you add Patrice Lumumba to the list of casualties, you get the naivette of Kaggia and Odinga; but you have, clearly, a idea why our African tough men wisely chicken out of the PROGRESSIVE SOCIAL AND POLITICAL reforms they know must be done. Kagame, Al-Sisi, M7, Kabila et al may be tough, bloody tough, but only against their own un-armed civilians, yes, they terrorise the disenfranchised young males and females for whom the current Africa is a clear dead-end. Here is a kaleidoscope Jacob ZumalandUhuru KenyattaRobert MugabeYoweri MuseveniJonathan of NigeriaZambiaNot so sure whereNigerians in a Libyan slave market, 2017.A new report has emerged detailing how Nigerian and other African immigrants are sold as slaves for a mere $400 in North Africa. A new documentary captured .. That is how tough our leaders are to their young and agile. So mobs of young Africans, even from oil-rich lands, will risk it all to reach the whiteman's lands. This means Africa will reform, at turbo, or her young men, rejected everywhere in the world, will turn on her with the ferocity of Arab youngsters on the first track to paradise, and those 70 wild virgins!Here are more photos of black africans being roasted alive in Libya! The year!? You and I are old enough to know the payback, black african against black african why we let this happen in 2017, will be equally ruthless. No one will be innocent upfront. But the African leaders will be roasted upside down first, in broad daylight. You sure see it coming, that monsterrous rage in the heart of Africa. Nobody cares, for now! In the last twenty years, talking reform, I can only think of the late Hugo Chavez of Venezuela as the man who went all out to trust the people. Who? HUGO CHAVEZ? And how be it the man who made Luo nationalism infinitely proud and helped us bear the 2013 Kenyatta victory, Barrack Obama, had only absolute contempt for Santa Hugo!? That is why I gotta talk Chavez on the Luo pivot. We got a situation! THE COUP AGAINST CHAVEZ, thinking of Arbenz, Allende, Lumumba.
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Post by jakaswanga on Dec 9, 2017 9:41:20 GMT 3
JARAMOGI ODINGA'S KPU CALL FOR LAND REFORM: an alternative reading. Far from anything socialist they were!
Here are more photos of black africans being roasted alive in Libya! The year!?
You and I are old enough to know the payback, black african against black african why we let this happen in 2017, will be equally ruthless. No one will be innocent upfront. But the African leaders will be roasted upside down first, in broad daylight. You sure see it coming, that monsterrous rage in the heart of Africa.
Nobody cares, for now!
In the last twenty years, talking reform, I can only think of the late Hugo Chavez of Venezuela as the man who went all out to trust the people.
Who? HUGO CHAVEZ?
And how be it the man who made Luo nationalism infinitely proud and helped us bear the 2013 Kenyatta victory, Barrack Obama, had only absolute contempt for Santa Hugo!?
That is why I gotta talk Chavez on the Luo pivot. We got a situation!
THE COUP AGAINST CHAVEZ, thinking of Arbenz, Allende, Lumumba. THE COUP AGAINST CHAVEZ, thinking of Arbenz, Allende, Lumumba, Sankara .... The following two appreciations, by way of obituaries, will help put things on perspective. Here is the former editor of the ace Harvard Law Monthly. He has made it to POTUS, and Hugo Chavez, among other notables, die on his watch. And there was the death of Abdullah bin Abdulazzzizzz too, Al Saud. The things men are forced to say in power! Only less worse than the things they do! There is some controversy about Chavez's percularly aggressive cancer, and, if it was by the hand of man, where the fingers are pointing. 'WHY THEY DIDN'T KILL ME!' By Hugo Friars Chavez. NB: The peoples President and coup survivor Hugo Chavez explained to his fellow citizens why the coup-plotters who had captured and imprisoned him offshore, did not dare get it done with in summary fashion. HUGO: 'I am not bullet proof, am I? They had me prisoner to themselves, but let me live. -Very kind of them amigos! O!? --Very kind of them Gringos, O!?
But this is my Truth.'Everybody, even the demon enemy and later-day conquistadores, recognised the depth of the patriotic rage that fermented in the patient hearts of Venezuelans. And and not just amongst those ever warm for Hugo. As this rage rose in the face of my illegal incarceration and the injustice done to the land of Vezezuela, our democratic path cut like was done in Chile, it dawned on the old order --most of them pure-blood descendants of the conquistadores; and it dawned on their armed mercenaries, that this rage if they murdered Hugo Chavez in cold blood, would boil over and be appeased only by the total eradication of the remnants of the colonial seed. Not just in Venezuela, but throughout the Latino continent in whole!'
I lie amigos!? They let me live because they love me Candy!? They see Hugo they see cheesecake, they see Hugo they see a drum of cola, a yummy yummy mama mia pudding!
No, they hear Hugo they hear Salvadore the great liberator! They tremble and their hearts fill with murder and plots of murder! Chains is what they have in store for us, forever! But even then, killing Hugo outright they couldn't. They feared the consequences.Supporters of Venezuelan President Hugo Chavez demonstrate ' The dread for the upswell of patriotic anger in the hearts of you, the people, is what kept their dirty hands off me; the dread for what this rage would do in vengeance to avenge a mutilated Hugo, chopped to pieces like Che Guevara on yankee orders, is what kept their dirty hands off me. If the enemy trusted in your indifference, trusted in your inaction, amigo Venezuela patriotas, Hugo Chavez would today be dead as sure as I stand here. I tell you from that American helicopter they would have thrown me to the sharks of the Caribbean sea, --he he, Old Videla over there in Argentina used to fly them plane loads, No!? The death flights'.'They can't kill Hugo directly amigos. Your hearts protect me. Millions of hearts propelled to patriotic action is unstoppable! It has buried many an empire!' NB: Venezuelan popular history reports they did lay their dirty hands on Hugo Chavez. The cancer which killed him, ask any Venezuelan, it was the sting in the tale of the coup!' Now they call him SANTA HUGO in death, another Latin martyr. And what did our man in Washington think, officially at least!? ---see opening above. No, Obama didn't read the book! Luo Pivot, Jaluos only please: how do we reconcile the radical legacy of the reformer Hugo Chavez with our worship of the local boy who made Emperor!?NB: (He, Robert Mugabe! My toddler in power. Now you leave GUCCI pampers littering state house in Harare! Would, you had the nerve to trust the people! Would, you had the drive to award their lovely wishes, that you had the humility to abide them the way you abided Her Hotness, Gucci Grace! Now all you are is but an old bum, litter to the scarp heap! And the young dance on your grave while you still live!) next: THE SWEARING IN AND OTHER STORIES 1. WHEN THE COMPRADOR CONTROL THE DREAM OF LIBERATION Power abhors a vacuum. In the absence of the best, a continuum of the sub-best willf fill in.
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Post by jakaswanga on Dec 9, 2017 11:40:47 GMT 3
next: THE SWEARING IN AND OTHER STORIES
1. WHEN THE COMPRADOR CONTROL THE DREAM OF LIBERATION
Power abhors a vacuum. In the absence of the best, a continuum of the sub-best willf fill in. THE SWEARING INThere has already been an inauguration. Now just the swearing-in. It may be a bit confusing to outsiders, but then, these are confusing days. Even central banks have no idea what to think about money everybody else seems to be using, on the net. they talk of crypto currency. You see there were days only CENTRAL BANKS produced legal tender currency. And I am serious, you know, the monopoly of ignorance, like there were days only The Church knew it was the Sun going around the Earth! To contradict was to die! Not anymore. I don't think the American economy pay pay up for itself all that debt it has! Even if the FEd says so! But that is another story. Uhuru Kenyatta, I explain to foreigners who are angry their Season in the Malindi Sun is too risky, is the president yes, but it needs some blind aquiescence to stupidity to see no pitfall. The mandate he was sworn on is the 98% win from a 34% turn out of an +17m plus voter registry. That is illegitimate for those of us who can do the math. Some were in school with most of these lawyers and judges, and beat them at math ever. Evidently math, and its logical analyses, continues to be the handicap of these our judicial sector. They can twist the meaning of legitimacy, good debaters that they are, spin the rulings of supreme courts, versatile cheats that they are, and find enough mercenary mathematicians to rig summation algorithms and keep servers secret ---Kartel connected paymasters that they are, but they have not managed to rig the reality of a massive boycott, low voter-turn out, and total police terror. There is therefore enough room for another president, I grin! Bar that, two republics, I frown. That is for foreigners. Now between me and you, Wanjiku. The land seems to be in some kind of trip. There is a persistence of political psychosis. It is has been, think of the long pre-campaign events, drama sustained months and weeks on end, with the only advantage being that, now, it is more the comedy of a neurotic than the hard-boiled theatre of real life. But then, it is as if there are premonitions the Halloween dress-up day hides within its mask, an evil factor which could morph an innocent day of celebrating a nothing republic into a nightmare. That an ugly national joke is a mask behind which a disturbing drama is set to unfold. Of course as appetisers we have had the murders of Jacob Juma, Chris Muhando and his mpango, Carol Ngumbu ( as collateral damage). Those we think were state-sponsored secret killer squads in action. Then came the elections themselves, and the killing broke surface. Chebukati and his (Hassan reminiscent multiplier factor) algorithms lit a fire. That needed the killing go open and live. And indeed uniformed cops fired point-blank at one side of the nation. Toddler heads like Baby Pendo in Kisumu were smashed and kids like Moraa in Nairobi tumbled down from the skies, breathless. And in Pipeline the other day we had another kid ripped apart by bullets from motor-bound cops. -Still yours truly call these jokes. That is also why Mr. Kenyatta congratulated the police on a job well done. (Kwani, Wanakenya, if you yapyap about 30 or 50 dead, what are you gonna do, confronted with Rwanda-South-Sudan scales!?) They don't smell to me like the birth pangs of a new order. These events have the distinct ordor of rats in a cage at each others throats, over an increasingly dwindling pile. For laymen, the Kenyan state looks very rich and powerful. For students of DEBT, this is an owned republic, of which the political class are just errand boys on the shamba. Once Rotich, Njoroge, Thugge and the retiring Kinyua have raided our incomes and negotiated new loans to REPAY AND SERVICE OLD DEBTS, the servitude, the remaining quarter helping has to be shared over the CBA's of striking nurses, striking doctors, striking teachers and lecturers. There are also the brooding soldiers from a forgotten war in Somalia, the looting governors and county governments, the embedded cartel networks of corruption called the national civil service, and all manner of PUBLIC WAGE BILL scams to be appeased. It is a rodeo ride of sorts. Deficits, the simple inability to meet financial obligations, is an old woe of state rule and household misrule. The current world powers are solving their deficit woes by plunder, both at home and abroad. --Just like starving Rome marched into Egypt to plunder her grain and other goodies, so did the finance-crisisd NATO powers dismember Libya to plunder her oil, Investment Funds and Gaddafi's gold. The same have also made mince meat of democracy in Greece, the motherland of the concept, and I wager Nairobi will have to do what she is told to do. By West or East creditors. When you are in debt like Rotich is, and still sinking, you are a b!itch to be passed around pimps. I understand Nairobi best from her finances. And that is what I keep in mind as on Jamhuri day we are set to have two presidents. If it were Nairobi's call, Ouru would simply arrest Raila and his NASA coterie and disappear them somewhere. But he can't on his own, because creditors who keep Kenya afloat do not see how that profits them. They see chaos, and their money not flowing back, for a long, long time. --Chaos in the Ukraine has been very expensive to a lot of creditors, forcing a change in IMF laws. (The powerful creditors forced Lagarde to 'lend money to warlords', to save themselves from bankruptcy, ie confiscate the money before it reached Ukraine!) Last time around Kibaki and Raila did what they had to do ---were told to do, after those holding Kenya's debts started having sleepless nights. And now with all those Eurobond IOU's out there, nerves aren't cool neither. Howbeit is a multipolar world these days. Wanjiku can not just be ignored nor steamrolled nor intimidated to zero by the combined firepower of local hirelings and their foreign masters. She can live with rigged elections for sure, but she can't live without a new economic deal. And let there be no new economic deal in the offing. Then a Halloween party could be your scream party. 2. OF THE CLASS INTERESTS OF THE LUO COMPRADOR.
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Post by jakaswanga on Dec 9, 2017 17:56:10 GMT 3
2. OF THE CLASS INTERESTS OF THE LUO COMPRADOR AND OTHER PERSPECTIVESSawa, Ouru must go! But why would any ODM governor remain in Luoland!? This selective resistance which excuses local rot I trust not! I would rather resist the whole lot! The comprador must go!Can't think of any African head who must stay! Even the half-dead Pimp Buhari! --the chief supplier of underage prostitutes to the middle east and Europe.
All over the continents, the young African is game, wild game. He can be roasted upside down over a desert fire for amusement. He is up for ritual abuse by racist cops in the USA. He can be castrated and turned into a sexual toy in Arabia today. (this ancient practice which dates back to Pharaonic Egypt has surged again with the cheap availability of male cu-nts from south of the Sahara. Once their threatening cocks are removed, ancient fantasies can be re-indulged. As for female blacks of any age, the horror of their experience requires tougher hearts than family blogs. Culture! give me Goebbels! ATAVISM? The class interests, instinct and practice of the comprador (bourgeoisie) is an open book anywhere. For the purposes of this thread, I am primarily concerned with the marathon run of modern Luo nationalism as it has fostered under the captaincy of the (primitive-accumulating) comprador bandits. The dynamism of this class must not be under estimated. It has firmly held sway as a facilitatory subset of the Kenyan post-colonial rape. These bandits were dominant in KANU, KADU, KPU, FORD, CORD, LDP, ODM. In every major political formation which has captured mass loyalty, them the comprador have succeeded to capture and manipulate .... (with a mixed bad of results; for the post-colonial reality still has, as its fundamental dynamic, a liberation charge. ---No end of history in sight here!) Now that kind of historical success (dominance) requires some political acumen, even if the overwhelming abundance of the peasantry as the major grassroots block in the two decades of the post-colonial reality, easiens the dominance of the comprador. Still, for all acumen, even of the mature bourgeoisie at their historical peak, the reality of the continuing liberation struggle for any suppressed people, exploited labour, can not be successfully denied. But it can be delayed, Tomfooled and led astray by an array of vacuum-fillers historically redundant. Benign dictatorships -if such a thing exists--- spotting stellar economic growth rates to sooth the brass tackles of the security operation needed to put a lid on things, can have quite a run in delusion. A lot of slaves and without IRONY, can be brought to believe their best future is the one in chains. The alternative being worse. ---is that the House Negro with his Uncle Tom mentality!? a mind captured, washed of the freedom thought!? It is a thought. Anyway, back to our shores of the Lake, the unbroken dominance by the comprador wing over the public affairs of the Luo, is a singular achievement for such a parochial class. But then, they have had to dance the double snake-charmers dance. They have had to facilitate pillage by marauders from afar, hold the people subject to expropriation, yet convince the same people their fate is in perfect hands. Some lithe 'footwork' is required for such a feat. The rewards for this collaboration too, have been tremendous. (On the continental scale, monsters like Mobutu could rely on the total support of his international allies to put down any internal dissent. French and Belgian paras were thus a regular. Kagame seems to have smoothly replaced Mobutu. A monster with some real powerful international backers. Kept in power to facilitate the loot of Congo --for super profits in mobile phonology!) The class interest of our dominant comprador elite is of course to perpetuate their class rule. All classes want that. But there are some harsh preconditions to be met, if the parochial interest of one class has to pass for the general interest of the whole society. Otherwise a dictatorship it must be. Our elite has had to mobilise the people. You see them every weekend on every podium --church and funerals--- explaining the cause, popularising themselves, ingratiating themselves unto the people. That is powerful footwork. (For instance I checked the numbers on how many rallies and talkhours and kilometres Uhuruto had covered in six months of campaign, and concluded, that is work put in. It is just Wanjiku is a hard-heart, peacock tales don't enchant her that easy no more.) Down at our shores too, the lake elite has had to promise the heavens. They have had to dangle the dream of eternal redemption in order to, like the other opium of the people through the centuries, capture souls for immortality. And they do it with a zeal only surpassed by their ravenous looting of our county governments. REALITY CHECKS AND CONTENDING VISIONS Immortality we say, like we say forever in our marital vows, but in the real world one looks out for a reality check. These are ever many. I think Devolution is the worst thing which could have happened to the Luo comprador. It has given them a kind of state power, given them massive resources in the local area, and this has opened the eyes of the (disenfranchised peasant sons) people to just how much of undeniable hyenas they are. The usual scapegoat story doesn't sell that good anymore. The game has to be upped! (this is where the swearing in of Raila can be seen as a gimmick in the maintenance of waning influence over a radicalised youth!) NB: the drift of African youth radicalised by, one hand, the brutality of the state in forlorn urbans settlements, and on the other, bone-grating poverty and zero opportunities in the urban slums, is a crisis problem for every African leader. There is a brand of religion out there which seems able to recruit young Africans, even docile Christians, and turn them into ace suicide bombers. -Three of the suicide bombers who helped wipe out KDF garrisons in Somalia are reported to have been Kenyans, and not all Muslims. Northern Nigeria is currently an experimental ground. And ISIS, pushed back and on the verge of defeat, realising its earlier mistake in aligning itself to Arab racism in the persecution of black Africans, has changed strategy in Libya and is recruiting the hordes of lost black youth. 'Come get a gun we go fight and die like men of honour, instead of being sold for $400 to be used as an anal sex slave by sex-starved beduoins!' -an ISIS recruiter recently told a group of African boys they had rescued from a bedouin sex camp in the desert. But we read the edited versions Those are the lucky ones! Yo, Baba Buhari! How does the real underworld look like in Libya!? For that you have to tune your ears elsewhere. Then there is the spate of mass deportations of young Africans who are found illegal across continents far away. Latin America, North America, Europe East and West, Far and near Asia, Libya and the middle east where Paul Kagame is being paid to accept any black from Israel!As Africa becomes a tomb of doom for the dreams and aspirations of her youth, there will soon need to be a new game in town. The first step is the loss of faith in the own elite. The second is seeing them as part of the enemy infrastructure. Better cleared away sooner than later. This is a terrifying realisation all over Africa. We watched the AU officially protest and thereby underwrite its irrelevance to the crisis. At the local level, the same dynamic also unfolds is dangerous demasque, and ringside at the Lakeshore, we watch the comprador reaction to this reality. They stick to the same cook book. Their analysis has stayed the same. So it is that first, what they do is to export the contradiction. This is the old diversionary move, to find a readymade scapegoat, and there to concentrate all efforts on the so-called bigger picture, which is captured in the slogan Ouru must go! They extol, it is the bigger picture stupid! They insist, no local politics, only national politics! But all I want is to secede from silly comprador rule! They wanna hear me sing I am a DUBBY, -sang Lucky Dube. They wanna hear us say: Auditor's reports on Luo polities my foot! We Think Big! The Eurobonds stolen by Rotich and the Hustler Singh! But now having boxed themselves in, the comprador also have to think big, otherwise this swearing scheduled for Jamhuri is comedy for us, and tragedy for them. Having set themselves up for ridicule, they loose the mandate of seriousness. 3. OBSESSION WITH THE PRESIDENCY Even when nominally pruned of its imperial faculties, as the 2010 constitution opted, the presidency of Kenya is still the ultimate tool of primitive accumulation. In deed in most of Africa which is a predatory, necessarily vertical neo-colonial order, the same is so.
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Post by jakaswanga on Jan 13, 2018 16:57:27 GMT 3
BLUFF AND COUNTER BLUFF --TO SWEAR IN OR NOT! (this is a Luo pivot post!) and here tooSUBTEXT: WHY IS SUPPORT THE PANTOMIMIC SHOW OF THE RAILA SWEARING-IN The parasitic comprador, forced into a quasi revolutionary stand, is an exercise in tragi-comedy. The rendition of history as tragi-comedy has its comfort zones. I am too old and no longer the self-assured, self-righteous cold-blood I once was, moving through the jungles of East and Central Africa. Paul Kagame was something else in those days. He stamped an irredemable contempt for mediocrity in our young souls. He was insanely ruthless and he pushed men and boys far beyond themselves. I truly suffocate in contempt for the mediocrity I witness in the leadership of Kenya, but I see its comfort zones. I don't wade in blood days on end. I don't wake up expecting to die the same day. And the best, people relate nearly always without the guarded wariness of being within the striking range of a cobra. It kills a man's heart, when no other human being eyes him with open and warm heart. (Every Congolese had this huge writing on their faces even as their words pretended otherwise: go home cockroaches! leave us alone! take away your epidemic of death!Gosh! the internal life of a conscious colonial soldier is harsh! TRAGI COMEDY ABROAD Remember also, that an infantile petit bourgeoisie outfit, like the leftist Syriza party in Greece, which won elections on a platform of radical resistance to the total subjugation of Greece under DEBTS owed to EU banking syndicates, is no less a run through the stiff-faced laughs at a tragi-comedy than our local show, starring the comprador. It is important to have a global perspective. Comic aspects is like we watched the performance of our man at the United nations, Kiambu Macharia I call him, but he is Kamau too. Cornered between a phone call from the Trumpian Nicki Haley demanding Kenya's soul as the tribute of a loyal slave, and, on the other side, an ancient OAU position ---(now adopted by the African Union charters)---- on the status of Jerusalem vis-a-vis the Palestinian-Israeli historical fiasco, Man Macharia collapsed into mindless and incorrigible babysm: Which phone call!? There was no network that day! Nicki Haley counted her friends. It was a paltry show. That behaviour of Macharia that day at the UN, a middle finger coiled inside the gloves holding a begging bowl, and therefore a practical act of supplication even if pandering to a shredded dignity, is what I intend to show as exactly the situation the NASA brigands are upto these days, as they are confronted with the order from the prefect Robert Godec, demanding what Nicky demanded of our man, Kiambu Macharia in New York. Huh!? There is life after voting you know. Owned slaves have no clandestine lives, even in their wildest fantasies! Only action can grant them free. But for action, there is a price. These are on the higher side, and for freedom, the highest rates. Yes, the chips were down. Nairobi couldn't make up its mind! Macharia closed shop. A genial move for, as you now see, Daddy Trump is very happy with boy Kenyatta, and invited Kenya to a thank you party. Kamau Macharia did drink out fill of champagne! Huraaah! These are important lessons. NOW, THE VERMIN AT THE TOP OF LUOLAND AT MACHARIA'S DILEMMA Rarieda Otiende Amollo and Subaman John Mbadi are two of our Young Turks down here at the budding Kavirondo republic. And they are deep into a comical tantrum show. Them Mpig-cub-kids are fuming at their benefactor, the Trumpian prefect of Kenya, Robert the Godec. Robert has delivered orders to Raila the Paramount Odinga, the de-facto peoples president but de-jure in waiting, that he should bow before the Muthamaki Ka-Jomo and, as the case may be, lick some fat droppings from his Kikuyu ass. --Odinga can form a front construction company and a fat sub tender will go his way when Bechtel begins the dual Mombasa Nairobi highway! The art of the deal. Why do you think Godec chose Bungoma Wetangula&Lusaka to deliver the order to Agwambo!? Ken Lusaka is wheelbarrow Lusaka. Weta is the man of the irregular Tokyo embassy sale and even more irregular Turkana oil-blocks. If you know about how parleys are organised in high stake games, you read --how the message is delivered. Is the courier female or male, so to speak! Godec wasn't born yesterday, was he!? And there is a running joke about Obama telling him why he was sending him on a tour of duty to ... fatherland Kenya. And why Trump has retained him in our sh!thole!Meanwhile Kalonzo Musyoka was safely locked up in Germany, chained to a sickly love. I would love to imagine Europe has so lost its wits it missed such a wonderful opportunity to play poker, or hanky panky, with such an important player in the crisised Kenya! Compared to Egyptian elections under Al-Sisi, Chebukati was light years ahead. Direction unknown!So long these top guys do not talk with straight tongues, you have to think your thoughts straight, and know life is crooked. They are more often than not behind doors discussing the swearing-in of the peoples president with foreigners, than with the people themselves. And then they emerge to speak with forked tongues, and imagine the people are ever the fools who never noticed. For all we know, the NASA principals are discussing their RETIREMENT PACKAGES with Godec! Like: This is the best package you can ever negotiate, the Europeans smile wickedly at Mudavadi after they put a deal on the table on behalf of the Americans. You are no match for Ruto, Musalia, you never were, never has been, and never will be. Remember how he harshly laughed at you as a joke, when, in the run to 2013, Uhuru Kenyatta reportedly stood down for you as a compromise candidate during their ICC-woes!?And, --the Europeans turned the barbed dagger in,--- you Musyoka Sir., the elections were rigged and we all know it. But so were they in 2007 when you speedily joined the rigger, Mwai Kibaki., and had a very comfortable and profitable life thereafter. And, as a matter of fact, is it not so, that the last free and fair elections in Kenya were held under British jurisdiction, way back in 1963!? Is a KANU remnant like you, Mr. Musyoka, now standing up for free counting of votes!? Or is it now that the perennial turn-coat, water-melon, holder of no position and chameleon, has had a Saul to Paul on the road to Damascus, wherefore you are our modern Spartacus!? -You old dogs are up to new tricks. You can try fool your sheepish following, you can't fool us whites, nor the Jubilee backyard.You are Tumbo politicians. And we are Euro emissaries. Even if the ECB printing press rolls like toilet paper conveyor belts, the euro remains a reserve currency you can trust your futures to. Like everybody else. You know Africa is not Europe. So we do double-standards.The Europeans have deep humour you know. Like Brussels where the beautiful dutch lady and Chief Observer Marietje Schaake read the report enumerating the shotcomings of Kenyan democracy, is not known for democracy itself. The word used is DEMOCRACTIC DEFICIT at the heart of the European Union. They don't like free and fair elections in Brussels. That is why the EU blew the whistle on Catalonian referendum for independence! No way! and too, when the Dutch on private initiative held a referendum to bar the corrupt Ukraine from becoming an associated member of the EU, the Dutch premier turned and grinned, REFERENDUM? that is not in our political culture or vocabulary! We wont recognise the result! Brussels agreed! Yes, it is always do as I say, not as I do. And so the Europeans might continue the poker on NASA! thus Of course you NASA toppers all know Raila and his court have been rigging elections in his Luo Nyanza fiefdom with wanton abandon and putrid impunity. Charity never began at home for him nor did he ever remove the speck in his own eyes before he attacked anyone else for rigging and electoral impunity.
His moral stature for us is therefore a huge deficit account. We negotiate on factology not propaganda pitches for a gullible illiterate peasantry.
And just like you people closed ranks to negotiate best deals for your families, so will you now do so. Or you think we know not how Oburu Odinga an young Musyoka were elected to EALA? POSTSCRIPT: The last thing I heard is come Monday the 14th of January 2017, the other principals minus the captain will be meeting! The last time they did that, the swearing-in was postponed. I am asking my econometrist American friend, Dr. Kotieno, to calculate a figure he thinks Raila will accept as a buy-out! How I wish Rosemary were well: she would have made it to cabinet as Permanent secretary, traded for Omamo. NB: I poste Marietje's picture twice because I really think she is h.0.t. In my books she beats the Italian show-case, Frederica Mogherini, who runs EU far affairs! --continued.
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Post by jakaswanga on Jan 14, 2018 0:09:15 GMT 3
part two: WHY DO I SUPPORT THE PANTOMIME SHOW?Long termism! History need not take a straight path, and I have always had a soft spot for Spartacus. In more vivid moments, I have always imagined myself as a young Roman lass, cheekily peering through the knees of goodly dames, outside the gates of Rome. Up there, toward the sky, was the cruxified torso of Spartacus, the barbarian Thracian who had undermined great Rome, now on his last stretch of air. I always imagine our gazes cross and fix, then a weird smile crosses the hardened Thracian face, his lips move, trying to say something to me, but the effort is too much, death conquers him. He infects me with questions. Had he died with happy thoughts, having spied cheeky me spying puszy between the knees apart from gazing up at his dying self!? As I head back to the sanctuary of the imperial city and the bosom of Marcus Licinius Crassus, my childhood lies in ruins and I can feel it. For the remainder of it will be spent trying to figure out the dying man's words, the words death ate before they winged. What did they portend for Rome, today and tomorrow!? Freedom or death were the words! -I heard slaves whisper in the dark. High treason. But there are other versions around Rome. Like, 'you cock-sucking Romans! I shower your throats with my Thracian seeds!' Or may be: 'I forgive thee, who train men to fight to death for your amusement, for thee knoweth not what thee does!' Or 'Ghee! How I will miss killing Romans and facking dirty-cant* senatorial wives!'NB: Look, dear reader, we have had over 2.5 millennia to figure it out, and boy, aint the versions still multiplying. Crassus of course claimed Spartacus's dying words were: 'if I knew it would come to this, I would have gladly served as your anal and oral useboy!'But, on the other side, what do men who have fought for freedom with dedicated passion, think and say when they are being executed for treason?Raila Odinga has a fortnight to compose his thoughts into one line, for the coming day this January when Githu Muigai's thumb, downs on him! And I am game to record it for posterity. That is why I support the swearing-in end this month. The bigger picture, over three millennia later! This execution will immortalise Agwambo! eternally securing Uhuru's Kenyatta's legacy too! A win-win do they call it!? POST SCRIPT: It didn't end well with Licinus Crassus though. For a short while he was the richest man in Rome and basked in the glory of having crucified over a hundred thousand rebellious slaves. He triumvirated with Pompei and Julius Caesar. Dissatisfied and led by insatiable greed for power and more gold and glory, he disregarded treaties and attacked the Parthians. Howbeit the Parthian Commander Surenas routed him and gave him the gold he so desired by pouring the molten form down his throat. Thereafter did General Surenas send Crassus's body to King Orodes II for trophy viewing. Continued.
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Post by jakaswanga on Jan 14, 2018 11:21:27 GMT 3
CHILDISH TANTRUMS IN NYANZA, THE N-G-O COLONYWe should take a long, long, hard look at dependency complex, home town. It prevents a lot of women from divorcing their husbands. The step would mean certain economic ruin, destitution, social ostracisation and intolerable loss of face. So they stick to their dead marriages, deeply sad but keeping on appearances. It is a neo-colonial situation still showing through the gloss of make-up. For a fact it is also true, how the fear of excision form the Western economic orbit forces the powers that be in Nairobi to know who their boss is: the prefect Robert Godec. The USA may appear as faded as Trump's morals, Nairobi can flirt and fornicate with China, and have passionate affairs in the illicit commercial sex circuit, but she is not divorcing the USA anytime soon. That would be a revolutionary step, and that is currently beyond Wanjiku's sons, prominent in their mediocrity. Such a step would require the calibre of the North Koreans building bombs on starvation rations, or the Iranian clergy, running the Islamic republic outside SWIFT for three decades, and holding fort. No collapse yet over 3 decades of total and comprehensive sanctions from the USA and her allies. On the contrary, emerging as to force a place on the table of the new world. That is an important parameter in resistance and the leadership thereof. General Miguna Miguna are you there!? Or are you Macharia on the day of the Jerusalem vote --closed for business! PICKING ON MBADI AND OTIENDE Why do I single out John Mbadi and Otiende Amollo for an ear-wash? --Because they are two of our most ebullient young Turks delegated to Rome, aka Nairobi. Dr. Amollo himself has on more than ten occasions publicly articulated the constitutional case and right to self-determination. That is the launching of the Kavirondo republic I presume! I am assuming once Kenya is divided into two known republics, the two known republics can in turn continue dividing up to, say, every clan their one hectare republic
.. Maximum Balkanisation! Africa having failed to dissolve the striations of the 1875 Berlin whip by active Pan-Africanism, we turn the fury inside and internally implode. That too is a way of dissolving the artificial African states which, nearly the full roll call, have failed to foster a viable social cohesion in the last half a century of flag independence. The POTUS Donald Trump has offered a new name for these kind of countries: sh!thole republics! Who wouldn't want to get out of a sh!thole!? (though I hear with millions of our African young ready to swim the Mediterranean or sink as fish-food to the bottom trying for Europe, the AU is still demanding an official apology from Mr. Trump!)Well, John Mbadi and Otiende Amollo are dangling the idea of abandoning a sh!thole ran by Okuyus for a sh!thole ran by Luos. It is important to take a strong think on it. Why, I asked the two, don't you declare your future on it, declaring YES, we are going turn this sh!thole KAVIRONDO counties into a world class Singapore -in ONE DECADE! (You see, being agnostic, I am not much into these metaphors of Canaan. Singapore I can wholly picture, Canaan I can't! Even if given a life time, I still can't!) AUDITOR GENERAL OUKO'S REPORTS AS DEATH SENTENCES ON ODM HOMERULE Yearly, the office of the auditor general has chronicled the financial illiteracy of the four Kavirondo polities which form the heart of Luoland: Migori, Homa Bay, Siaya and Kisumu. Any economic unit which mismanages its money is a dead duck in the water. Floating allright, but lifeless. --I said illiteracy? I can as well say debauchery! since the corruption and malfeasance is insidious, morbid and rampant. Let us take a detour here and take a look at Nairobi. The same template, hideous corruption precipitating bankruptcy. There he is, the Harvadian blue-chip David Rotich, and there isn't much sense he can make of his books, our Kerio best econometrist he be! Neither has the peoples republic of Kenya convinced me their own minister of finance, be he my hommie John Mbadi, isn't a Rotich clone, isn't a same series robot which brings you here, to where the blue notes are sung on the scripts of deep deficits. You know why fellas like Kamau Thugge have been isuing bouncing cheques to striking lecturers, and Cleopa Mailu, now dropped, standing on fake CBA's not to pay striking doctors! And Kenya Power fudging your electricity bills only to come back at you after the elections! The republic of Kenya is hustling, for cash! This report of going into debt to pay off debt is a highly important marker. A vicious spiral down. Imagine as it were, that just some half-hearted, limited sanctions were threatened upon Kenya by an enraged Nicki Haley! What would happen to the Njoroge&Rotich's Cowrie Shilling!? Then imagine our Kavirondo currency will be called the Cowrie-Shell! and then it is disconnected from SWIFT! SURRENDERING RESPONSIBILITY, ABDICATING RULE NB: HIV-infested Luoland is on a life-line held by USA-financed remedials. I think this was started by (Chicago senator!) Obama and is continued by Trump. There was a joke that NGO's had effectively taken over Nyanza, led by USAID. From mosquito nets to sanitary towels for menstruation, from ARV's to water boreholes, from solar panel technology to corrugated-roofed market stalls. From water purification to birth-control pills. From food for old widows to orphanage care! From building beach heads to access roads. The only thing NGO's don't do is rig elections or ODM nominations. That one we can do ourselves without Odiero's long nose! And the joke is? We want to run Kenya! It was in Germany where I was once knocked-out flat, as a Jaluos! Here next is the story of those NAZI-cloned bastards!
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Post by jakaswanga on Jan 20, 2018 10:29:26 GMT 3
CAN RAILA BE TRANSACTED?I like to follow the politics of all Kurdistan. To be more specific, Kurdish nationalism and her historical aspiration toward an own nation state, five centuries on. The contours of that state would slice parts of Ottoman Turkey, Persia-Iran, and the Levanth heartlands of Syria and Iraq. That would be breaking out of the iron-cage of Picot-Sykes, a geopolitical earthquake the type which, mostly, happens at the end of a large-scale war which sees the demise of a historical order and the fatty powers that milk it. The Kurds with their 500-year search, the Israeli yoke over the necks of the Palestinians looks the lesser problem, 200 hundred nuclear warheads and all .... aimed at Gaza and the Westbank! But if we learn anything from history, it is the quick sands beneath super- and big powers; how, even as they look almighty, they are slowly sinking because the rot at the heart of their imperial structure does them in. It is a violent place, the Middle East; it has vast resources of energy, and, like Africa, Christened El-Dorado, that invites war as foreign powers seek in it a colony to exploit, yet her peoples want to chart their own course. Colonialism or independence? a permanent warzone. European colonialism spearheaded by the British and French was defeated, enter Pax Americana, for a time rivaled by the Soviet Union. The USSR long dead, two gulf wars on, and a brutal war in Syria, the Pax Americana too does not anymore look like the future for upcoming leaders, even if they are medieval monarchs to be. There is a volcano ticking under the sand. So I like to follow the politics of Kurdistan --(and to a lesser extent Palestine). That is how it came to pass that I did not miss the two earth-shaking Trumpian sets this middle January 2018:1. Trump swore he had given the Iranian nuclear deal the last approval. If it is not modified to his liking, he will rescind on it. www.xinhuanet.com/english/2018-01/13/c_136893493.htm No fools in Tehran then, nor anywhere else for that matter. What next for Europe? 2. The USA marine-core will partition Syria. They are carving out an enclave where they plan to stay indefinitely. It is i the Kurdish region bordering Turkey and Iraq. Afrin Fwack Putin and his Baby, the Bashir Assad, says Trump's generals, much the same way Clinton's generals said of Yeltsin's drunken protests and pushed NATO to Russia's border despite assurances to Gorbachov during the German re-unification deal. There will be a 30,000 strong border-region force equipped in the carved-out territory in Syria Kurdistan. ROJAVA. In one swift movement, Trump has put the middle east on edge, just a month after the Jerusalem embassy move. This time he turned livid, both Teheran and Ankara, and Baghdad seething. The autonomous area would be dominated by the YPG, the Syrian branch of the PKK, the Kurdistan Workers party. This has been waging a guerrilla war against the Turkish state for over two decades, and classified as such as a terrorist organisation. By the NATO too. Ankara is a valuable NATO member, but it is a subsidiary of a group it vows as terrorist which now, the senior NATO partner, The USA, is going to bank on in its enclave to be occupied and protected in Syria. A terrorist haven according to Turkey! ROJAVA And leaked by Turkey, the American bases in the area. So there we are, The Kurds of Syria allied with Donald Trump's USA and her mad dog Generals. It does not even have a whiff of the Maoist dictum, the enemy of my enemy is my friend! Will the USA transact the Kurds, sacrifice them for greater deals when push comes to shove? For the US has managed to have every neighbour in the hood ganged up against this move.I like to follow the politics of Kurdish nationalism ever in a tight spot, and that is how I came to what they call the Kenyan treachery. A trauma of sorts for them. I will soon return to this hot topic, unknown to Kenyan consciousness. NB: Africa Mama and her since 1884/5 (made in Berlin) borders are a bit like Picot-Sykes in Energy rich Arabia and the sands around. They say this conference
dubbed the SCRAMBLE for Africa ... but Neither do these modern-day sh!t-hole treaties under then now diminishing new Bismark, or iron chancellor going tin-tin (or is it JAMAICA), Angela Merkel. jukwaa.proboards.com/thread/8994/africa-summits-1885-bismarck-merkel nb: 2. As the Berlin borders stay intact, within the cage are tumultuous times as always in a pressure cooker. Like, do we split Kenya into two or more republics, only for all of them ( --TUSTANS) to join the EAST AFRICAN FEDERATION or super-state, or do we keep the Kenyan covenant HOLY and indivisible (Uhuru Kenyatta's words), and join the EAC UNION STATE as one 'HOLY' block!? That is why we are now, knocking our heads against the Steel cage made in Berlin, 1884 Vintage Smit. NEXT: KURDISH NATIONALISM AND THE GREAT KENYAN TREACHERY
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Post by jakaswanga on Jan 20, 2018 12:08:38 GMT 3
cont: THE GREAT KENYAN TREACHERYThere is something I learnt a section of popular Kurdish nationalism dubs the Great Kenyan Treachery. Since I heard of it, is when the problematic of the Kurds forced itself into my fascinations. First time around it was brought to me at knife point. Nominally I wasn't a Kenyan then, but nevertheless rushed to the aid of a young man wearing Kenyan colours who, definitely, was soon going to be dead, his throat slit by three mean Mediterranean types. Then The Avengers told their crazy story. I was hooked for I heard read Ngugi wa Thiong'o on the guilt complexes of betrayal, especially the betrayal of those fighting for the freedom of their people. Grain of wheat stuff. But lets take it easy for a while. The way Uhuru Kenyatta is taking in Raila Odinga's announced swearing-in with an amused grin. NATIONALISM, WOMEN, SEX AND APES! One day in a land so distant it doesn't exist when you are in a Nyanza island, I window-shopped a tasty puszy. So I decided I should eat it. Now, I have a lot of friends who faint with nausea just at the thought of puszy, leave alone going down to have a meal of it. But a man like me has to take his risks. If you are mentally alert enough to fathom the roots of this puszy-eating phobia, possible explanation is the dread that a malicious b!tch can let one slurp alot of fresh tadpoles from another ape. The prematurely arrived ape would have left the b!tch with an itch still throbbing, and thus no options but a rush toward another fiery ape to finish the business, i.e work her up to an internal explosion. But this bloody, seminal, urinal and hot topic is best discussed in detail elsewhere, Jukwaa being a bit of a sissy-boy's peep on the things which really makes a man tick! And tock! (Last time Onyango Oloo had a meltdown because his weak-minded ANC friends freaked out at his blog posturing Ayanda Mabulu's amorous Zuma. On this occasion the Mobutist (or even Abatchaist) kleptocrat and sh!thole maniac was riding a willingly domesticated Nelson Mandela. Blasphemy! A satanic verse! A fatwah! Excision and deletion! Anyway the puszy I spied was hiding between taut thighs which were very far up from the legs of a Kurdhish chic. Howbeit my smile from the book of sexy studs failed to be that Alibaba password of the fourty thieves. It was no thigh-lock relaxer. Since my cover had been blown --identified as Kenyan, I was made to gather the magic phrase had to be a full and unconditional apology for the KENYAN TREACHERY!Huh!? The Kenyan treachery? I gaped the moron way. You know excited apes in lust do not think at all. The oxygenated blood rushes out of their heads to fill up their members downstairs, rendering them even lesser apes than they already are. Finally it was explained to me, a bit irritably: Kenyans (in toto!) had transacted Abdullah Ocalan. Ocalan is the infamous leader of the PKK (Kurdish Worker's Party --established in 1978 or thereabouts), famously betrayed in Nairobi. PKK = Partiya Karkeren Kurdistan). Ocalan was tricked by the Kenyan security bosses for safe passage, at the behest of the Americans it is rumoured, caught and sold for a bonus like a run-away slave (betrayed in hiding by her hosts and nabbed by bounty hunters.) No, I am thinking more closer to home, the books of Ngugi wa Thiong'o and those screwy scenes. Betrayal, Guilt and Redemption! Karanja Mumbi and Mugo stuff.NB: I have drafted somewhere long ago, that Michael Gichangi, then, I suppose, a Major General high up at the department of military intelligence, is the man to go to for answers on what exactly transpired on the Kenyan side during the betrayal. What did the Greeks think the were doing!? Who were the Kenya security Judasses who received their 30 pieces of shekels to give militant Kurdish nationalism the black-spot kiss!?If does not take a fit of anger to kill your guest -- Herakles and Iphitus; what other baseness of character, lust in the heart, moral deficit in the soul, drives a traitor!? Methinks hard cash is a better explanation to the motive than pathological malice! Kibaki: 'Michuki, goat-eating son of a goat, how did this Kikuyu become my chief of intelligence!? He is more intelligent than who, me!?'Michuki is nonplussed by the mocking tone of the Othaya drunk. John fumbles. Kibaki: 'I see Michuki you did not have another sleek rehearsed lie ready for me! And now you have to think! An act now beyond your spontaneity! Go chew goat-curd, man!'And the Othaya drunk lumbered off, leaving a winch on John's face. Yes, Kenyans transacted Ocalan, and certain strands of Kurdish nationalism brand it the great Kenya treachery, I gathered in my wanderings abroad. Well, I am not much good at elegant submissions whilst my dick throbs with lust, so I just asked the Longlegs for the text she wanted me to repeat after her. Da-man! Anything to unlock those dizzying thighs! So, if I remember correctly, I swore by my KENYAN ancestors that I understand the betrayal of Ocalan by my fellow countrymen is a debt incurred like an ancient curse of God upon the offspring of Eve and Adam, that future generations will have to wash off this shame somehow, seek redemption somehow, and forgiveness somewhat from Kurdish nationalism. I also condemned wholeheartedly the vile hearts of the rotten nobility who presided over the Judas episode in Nairobi!So help me God! ----Etc etc! God was on my side that day. 'Iftakiya SemSem'! the locked gates parted and hinterland treasures beckoned. Ha! what wouldn't I do for good puszy!? I would gladly die in Troy --for, in angry Achille's words, the stupid glory and low honour of the sons of Atreus, ever blessed with wh-ore wives! Now the USA has discovered a use for the Kurds of Syria. Howbeit within the twinkle of an eye only to transact them with Turkey? Tillerson is already eating his words as Turkey opens fire on the terrorist den. So I was thinking Godec, lower down the food chain, is thinking how to transact Raila Odinga in his own brand of real politic! That grin on Ouru Kenyatta's face as January 30 approaches, it must have cover. Powerful cover. And who would that be, if not Robert Godec, Prefect of the province and Lord Protector of the Nyapara Muthamaki!?
I will be back. But not before this sting in the tail. We want our own freedom, but we betray others fighting for theirs!? Something we can learn as we swear-in Tinga on 30th January! The peoples republic should be awash with mobilisations to suppport others in the world fighting for their peoples republics! so can we expect their solidarity when, February 1, Ouru arrests Raila and sends him to a cave, buried alive! OPEN SESAME!
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Post by jakaswanga on Jan 27, 2018 15:49:53 GMT 3
THE CASE FOR TWO OR MORE KENYA REPUBLICS: THE MITOSIS OF ZERO!History is littered with the smithereens of eternal covenants. No hard feelings, but regrets allowed. But thinking of Milan Kundera rather than Vaclav Havel, some have an unbearable lightness of being. When she folded up, the streets of Prague and Bratislava shrugged indifferently. Together we were zero, now the zero becomes two zeros! Czechoslovakia: 0 = 00 Ach, Kenya? 47+ zeros together doesn't even make a bigger zero. Okay, on a serious note, I have been doing tutorial stuff on Hammurabi the law-giver, and his imperatives for tax reforms. I started with a text in which King Hammurabi immortalises himself, declaring himself divine and eternal. --ETERNAL! This kind of braggadocio is the rule in history. The official titles of some Oil-rich Arab Emirs cover more space than the long version of the Holy Quran. And if you chance a glance at the chest-plate of modern-day military Generals, even the ones who never saw combat outside the movie theatres, the row of decorative medals hardly leave space for a writing pen, let alone a smartphone. And then there are the pharaons: don't they all claim divinity even if they are incestuous Ptolemaic retards, condemning Egypt to oblivion forever. Then again, last time I checked, every leader of every sh!thole country was enshrined His Excellency, and every lowly state parasite in legislation, a honourable member! Phuh!Thus do I sympathise with Clint Eastwood as Dirty Harry: His Excellency's are like arzholes, every country has one, except Kenya which will have two! Anyway
Drought was hell for an agrarian economy. Positively a meltdown. Hunger a political crisis ending empires. What do you do if there is massive crop failure? If the Nile doesn't flood with SILT? Nor the Euphrates and the Tigris rise enough to fill the irrigation canals? What do you do to both the indebted large-scale investors now bankrupt, and the subsistence peasant to small scalers, now wiped out? And the large garrisons and legions growing restless watching the rations dwindle? Hammurabi waxed thoughtful about this fundamental problem of his times. His reform of debt laws and codes of commerce would launch one of the most fabulous dynasties of antiquity. (Should we rename the Nobel price for economics after Hammurabi, or Deng Hsiao Ping!?) Think about it. Howbeit being overloaded with Debts Unpayable is not a uniquely antiquated problem. On the contrary, there is the famous case of the Versailles settlement after the (Eurocentrically called) World War I. Yee, Germany lost the war and was put in chains, reparative chains, colonial chains. This deliberate humiliation and expropriative enslavement would arouse one of the beastliest counter attacks in the history of Europe. German nationalism would unite behind Adolf NAZI Hitler, and drive the point home beyond debate: some debts wont be paid. No. And should the world insist, the price the world pays wont be worth it. The holocaust is simply history making the point: I want my debt write-offs, or else my scapegoats for ritual sacrifice. It is a powerful lesson, and looking at the US public debt, methinks the USA is dangerously sick. That recent shutdown of government when the Trump and Clinton parties stalemated, is a telling nervous tick. Now, officially Kenya is in very good financial hands. And the projections of +6% growth is a respectable figure, a sleep-inducing dosage. Able men, David Rotich and Patrick Njoroge, on the face of it, are 24/7 on it. Nevertheless --don't worry about the price of Unga, electricity nor other household indicators----- other deeper contradicting signs are there for all to see. When you combine the Public Wage Bill with the statistics of what portion (%) of TAX REVENUES goes to DEBT 'MANAGEMENT', you will know the ship is taking much too much water. And Dr. Rotich and Dr. Patrick against debt, are as tragic as the experienced and ace captain of The Titanic hit the iceberg. So the debt plunge is explained by COUNTIES AND INFRASTRUCTURE UPGRADE? That infrastructure expenditure post can further be broken down for some hard news: HOW MUCH OF THAT BUDGET IS LOST TO CORRUPTION? For those who have been analytically reading the AUDITOR GENERAL'S REPORTS, it is a no brainer: WASTAGE And then some more. A spade a spade: THEFT!So, rocket science, what have we really used the LOANS FOR? The loans wherefore 45-50% of tax revenues must be expropriated to negotiate (repay, revise, service etc etc). NB: For the SGR, there is a figure of 30% of the expenditure going to LAND SCAM CARTELS! It scared Kagame off the Kenyan route to the coast! Excuse me Rotich and Dr. Patrick, I think you are full of sh!t, a monstrous Jeckyll and Hide act. But then, I am thinking of Hummurabi, thinking of economic reforms to last eternity. Now, a thousand year run of economic stability is enough eternity for the human mind I would think. So I don't care if Kenya breaks up. That pile of debt is a slave's chain. But of course like the Old wits of Czechoslovakia grinned, When Zero becomes two zeros, it is still hot air being sold! Why fight about it? Just go about your daily business, and for me, that is puszy, fish and public transport. And the classroom of course. Which brings me to reminiscences of my father, triggered by a strange letter from an man calling himself Dr. Matiang'is spokesman, one Mwenda Njoka!
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