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Post by jakaswanga on Jun 1, 2019 19:47:10 GMT 3
THE CHINESE PEOPLE STAND UP
(THE KENYAN PEOPLE STAY DOWN!)
The former is what Mao tze Tung said. The latter is my take.
There is an old poem after the Nanking, unequal treaties.
The emperors back is now bent. It has no mandate of heaven The insect flies the winds of the British, whose slave it now is! I gorge my eyes out than see the emperor of China kiss the feet of devils from afar Oh The Chinese people are bent, sodomised like their Emperor!
After this anguish, goes the legend, the poet jumped into the Yang Tze, or off a high cliff to his death. During his long march, Mao's reds visited the mountain and had the poem carved on the rocks. (Neither Mao nor the natiionalist general Chang Kai Shek would later treat Pu Yi as anything more than a Japanese insect fit to keep as an entomological curiosity. Pu Yi was the last Czar of China).
And so it was that when Mao announced a new era, he simply said: THE CHINESE PEOPLE STAND UP! It was more a Chinaman to himself, and to his fellow country men. The era of a prostrate China being raped by foreigners was over. And legend has it, that when the recording of the speach reached some of the most remote outposts of the vast land still behind, serfs who for centuries had never dared to look up lest like black cotton slaves of the south, their gazes be interpreted as challenges to slave masters to be horrendously punished, now smiled at the sun without first a furtive glance around. They freely stood up. That was the L in the PLA: liberation.
Recently, I remember posting it on Jukwaa, a poem went viral in China. It was a quip about THE STRONG BACK of Xi Jin Pin. It was hilarious, but it stirs dark depths, it touches extremely live bases. In the trade war in which China's 5G jewel, Huawei, has been solarplexed by Trump, and her heiress and princess held hostage in Canada on the orders an American renegade called Bolton, Xi's back can not afford to appear bent.
There is something the emperor would loose. May be the mandate of heaven, may be chair he mans.
So I can parallelise on the debt-urge, or whatever ill it may be, which has forced Uhuru Kenyatta to sign off Mombasa port just in case. How be it too, suspicion is the same ailment has befallen him to sign other no-doubt humiliating secret clauses which, to date, Waita Nzioka fears the people shouldn't know. It all leaves a sour taste: The Muthamaki's back is hunched, his tongue forked. It is the 56th Madaraka day, we celebrate, but dare you put your hands on your heart or thereabouts and boast: The Kenyan people arisen! Huh!
THE POEM WHO IS HE?
He has ceded the national port for a song. His tongue, slurred by drink, can not pronounce national sovereignty. His mind, ever lost to stupor, fathoms not the dignity of his oath. His regime is dim like his wits that knoweth not what treason is!
Who is this, who needs to be taken through his mental exercises? Lest future generations see in him nothing but a zoological curiosity, a political species that overlived their evolutionary time and forced the nation into very radical surgery.
Toward Madaraka 57th.
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Post by jakaswanga on Jun 8, 2019 12:35:54 GMT 3
THE MURDER OF SAITOTI AND ORWA OJODE: OPEN SESAME?
We can fool ourselves most of the time. We can't fool ourselves all the time. These putrid corpses, and they are many, continue to find innovative ways to burst through our (elites) iron desire to forget. There they are then, open caskets, ever oozing reminders, they are (like) rotting unclaimed in Kenya's living room. And yet more others billowing stench from overflowing filing cabinets all over the place. However briefly, we are, time to time, publicly confronted with the national deficit on the truth, as per their treacherous demise. We do recognise the institutional failure to face up to the crimes; and, worse, the institutionalised protection of the perpetrators of the murders.
The frontal lobe, our living room, is practically a morgue, yet our politics is pretending otherwise. Not successfully though. On the comical side, there is the importance of keeping up tidy appearances.
But on the dark side, we are then very disturbed souls. Our political life, becomes an exercise in facades or changing make-believe masks.
Those who can't live with the truths of their lives are neurotics or mad. These are the creeps at the top of the pyramid of oppression, usually men. For the general public at large, the truths of their land are always at their tongue tips, not publicly though, but privately in daily conversations and, in Kenya today, no longer in conspiratorial whispers. ---For instance: who killed Jacob Juma, Chris Musando, Erastus Chemorei and, recently, Major General Joseph Nkaissery?
Would you be surprised the names are all over Nairobi and throughout the land, ever reeled out in folktales and even songs?
Just like in the old days.
I remember secondary school when, studying traditional repertoire to superimpose songs supporting our football team, boys from Luhyaland sang for us songs they heard sang when Tom Mboya was murdered:
Mbuya died uncircumcised Kenyatta will die a murderer The Luos are always our children Since they scare to circumcise Kenyatta killed our child Tom Mbuya kafua omusinde!
On culture, there is another one whose melody we used to sing in NYS Gilgil. This is the famous INGWE SONG:
(Ingwe yakho mukhameno, n'okumakondi n'okuyaya!)
KANU KANU KANU! O KANU is a monster Every time Kenya brings forth a peoples' man KANU tears him to peaces for the grave to devour! (then call and response) JAMA JAMA JAMA! O Kariuki ---KANU tore him to pieces TAJA TAJA TAJA! O Mboya ---KANU tore him to pieces! GAMA GAMA GAMA! O Pinto --KANU tore him to pieces!
(Everytime the ewe calves, the grinning leopard feasts! O Braveheart and King spearman, let sure be your aim!)
----(this line of CULTURAL inquiry continued at part two B)
BUT Wah! One goes through Kenyan politics with a dentist's mouth-cap, if perchance the stench might lessen.
CITIZEN'S JKL LIVE EXPELS GOVERNOR SONKO
Remember the song ghostbusters!? (--there is something weird in the neighbourhood, who you gonna call!?)
Something happened in Rome this past day. It was something which, more rapid than the breath of wind, reduced the otherwise major events of the day to side issues. The major events of the day were stuff like the ramifications of the new currency. A certain denomination is imbued with an illegal emblem of Jomo Kenyatta squatting on national consciousness. There also was the ritual re-appointment (without consultation with Ruto) of the CBK governor Patrick Njoroge, and the change at the top of the House of Rot, KRA, aka Kenya Revenue Authority.
People like me too think the politics of finance, as represented in currency reforms, are super important to understand ones country, more than the love-lives of high and mighty. So after the Madaraka day demonitisation of the current 1K note, I went to read stuff on the history of currency reforms. They are always forced. I thought it, we call it WASH-WASH in Kisumu, would be a hot topic in class, so it would be important to revise how (1) the dollar went off the gold standard due to, chiefly, funding the Vietnam war; (2) why the Diocletian reforms of Rome came to pass, not forgetting Hamurabi the great and equally, Ramses.
(We are practically done with the recent collapse of the Zimbabwean dollar which finally edged out the political corpse, Robert Mugabe. Venezuela and Iran's currency tumbles we did under imperial war-games, citing Adolf Hitler's fabled fakery of Belgian money, precipitating overnight hyperinflation! ---We are always game; as we age and chase less puszy and quit drink, lots of time is left to do serious reading to straighten out the meaning of events around our world).
Yes dear, that is Kenya in her diversity and divisions of labour. While others are hording billions of the old note and eating their nails with nerves on how to beat the CBK deadline, others are shouting themselves hoarse at Matatu stages to attract passengers. While others will be licking pens in court, pondering submissions whether Njoroge's new notes are null and void courtesy of a confusion as to the definitions of visual representations of humanoid and physical objects, others, for a living, will be getting sore throats arguing whether Patrick Njoroge is Diocletian, Hammurabic, Ramsean, or just plain old piece of sh!t Nigerian, or Weimer Republican!
But all these are side issues!
The real juice in the land has been dripping elsewhere. Out of Mike Sonko's mouth. This Sonko is the Mbuvi who is the Nairobi-elect Governor. That qualification elect is important here. Mike is one candidate who was not rigged in. On the contrary, the establishment made tremendous effort to RIG HIM OUT in favour of blue-eyed insiders like Peter Kenneth, but failed. The Nairobi county voter prevailed.
But he is a man under siege, and seemingly marked. Neither last nor least, the clique from Murang'a insist on their entitlement, least of which is the deputy governor's slot. (I loved Sabina Chege's sugar-coated ultimatum: 'Half of Nairobians come from Murang'a. We all live here, contribute the lion's share; mark you, it is our county too, Jeff.' ---Jeff Koinange, all his wits and blood drained from his head into his c.ock I think, missed how insidious the faculty is from whose depths this message churns).
On Madaraka day at the official function boycotted by the area Mpig, Governor Sonko had an altercation with his woman rep, the ageing beauty Ester Passaris. She is the one Canadian Miguna derided as 'so beautiful everyone wants to rape her!'
That controversy too, happened with Jeff Koinange as The Host. Now, I love Jeff, not as much as I love Sabina Chege who, like my sister Gladys Wanga, is accused by fellow male politicians of being a Ben-Tens devouring monster, but on this day I thought the ladies were holding it short on Mike Sonko.
Passaris had publicly stated in the presence of Sonko, that he was unhelpfully inaccessible. Sonko lost his temper publicly, no shock to ordinary Nairobians there, but apparently for the well-heeled of Kenya, a cardinal sin. Secondly, it is no public secret, Sonko's generosity in Nairobi toward the unfortunate, is legendary in Nairobi's dead-beat areas, which is one reason his voter-turn-out for governor rubbed salt in both Raila's and Ouru's eyes.
To call Sonko inaccessible in a poor crowd in Nairobi is an act of dangerous disengenousness. And then, Nairobian Passaris should have known the governor's penchant: what Ababu Namwamba failed to do, Sonko has perfected. --That is the act of taping politicians in conversation with him.
Sonko has now released to the public, snippets of interaction which go along away into establishing Ester as ab extortionist, and a fraudulent dealer. Then there is the indiscretion the ODM honchos want to burry in their flaying of Sonko. Passaris is loud and clear extorting Money out of Sonko on the pretext of taking it to Raila Odinga!
Haaa! When my sister Millie Odhiambo in an eloquent defence of girl-power failed to touch on this one, I smiled like a wolf eyeing a lame sheepling stuck in the muddy shores of a drying well.
The whole political nincompoopery is raining down on Sonko for debasing Pessaris, while the hot chic depicting her party leaders and peoples president as a Mafia Don whose audience is achieved and hand is kissed with no less than ksh.1M.
All old 1k notes I suppose! And, I suppose further, all off the banking circuit!
HOLY MOLY!
And then JKL live was yanked off the air!
BUT WHOSE DECISION!?
Nobody believed JKL's editorial standards sh!t. Much less, that the ON-AIR director of the program, Monicah Kiragu, could make the decision to forego all that advert revenue and, furthermore, self-inflict on the company, the refund penalties to follow for breach of contract. Nor was the possibility SK Macharia himself had been watching and called to pull the plug, feasible.
What remained then was a sinister scenario. Government. Who made the decisive call? Could it the same guy, not chick, who in January 2018, ordered citizen off a live coverage of Raila Odinga's Uhuru Park, peoples' oath?
That time the order was issued on behalf of the DEEP STATE. This time, on behalf of who!?
And now, after this debacle, the deaths of Saitoti and Ojode, and four others have come back for a re-mention.
Will the wails of these corpses, crying for a decent epitaph, waiting for their murderers to meet them in the kingdom of the Afterlife, make it into the, to date, secret pages of the Handshake secretariat, whiling away the time far, far from the limelights, deep, burrowed deep in the bosom of the Deep State!
Come on DCI Kinoti: COLD-CASE TEAMS, we call them these days! are you game, or you too, is a capo in the omerta mould?
Take the parts of your history you want to fool yourself about! And lets run!
NB: My favourite is why Dedan Kimathi's portrait can not stare at you from a Kenyan currency of any denomination.
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Post by jakaswanga on Jun 10, 2019 0:05:40 GMT 3
HERE IS A STORY TELLING ITSELF, ANSWERING EARLIER QUESTIONSThe tale of unequal treaties ... and bent over majestys, emperors or muthamakis!
It is a looter's paradise.
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Post by jakaswanga on Jun 20, 2019 20:15:31 GMT 3
HERE IS A STORY TELLING ITSELF, ANSWERING EARLIER QUESTIONS There has been a development! RUTO MAN IN BARINGO BADLY EXPOSES UHURU AND RAILA AS CORRUPT! Yep! True or False!? All government spokespeople have lost their tongues on this! --aah, of omertas! The tale of unequal treaties ... and bent over majestys, emperors or muthamakis! It is a looter's paradise.[/quote]
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