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Post by jakaswanga on Jun 25, 2016 17:00:35 GMT 3
THE LUO NYANZA PIVOT BOOKS OPEN!A fool and his money are soon parted they say.  Considering the ease with which Wanjiku is made light of her purse by public and state administrators, she must be a powerful fool in deed. It is therefore wise to look out for possible remedials. This rate of graft is a one-way highway speed to bankruptcy. And political turmoil. Such a future can be arrested in time. That Vihiga honeymoon-maker could as well be a story from Luo Nyanza. It is not an isolated case, it is the general case. www.nation.co.ke/news/Auditor-General-Report-Corruption-Counties/-/1056/2793126/-/x3o89b/-/index.html www.huffingtonpost.com/the-conversation-africa/how-elites-and-corruption_b_10475774.html europe.newsweek.com/kenya-stuck-corruption-rut-439905?rm=eu Given these circumstances, can Wanjiku be foolish enough, professing sisterhood with the likes of Hilary Clinton -- there is a special place in hell for women who do not stand with other women, to declare she agrees the accounts of the wives of thieves be beyond audit, whilst the auditor general and budget comptroller report this intensity of ritual abuse and massive fraud (25-30% GDP?)? This is what lawyer Ojienda is professing on behalf of Dr. Susan Mboya Kidero: there is no linkage between the accounts of a wife and her husband. They are married in economic separation and independence. Separation of accounts in a joint life is of course the rule (he he he) in Millionaresland, and it has it charms because divorce litigation can easily strip the richer party half-way. But where one inhabits a bandit economy -- a system whose political economy is nowadays what the Drosophila melanogaster fruit-fly is to a geneticist---- Mr.&Mrs. can be a financially verily conjoined organism. It would therefore be prudent, a matter of common sense in fact, to have it always thinkable that once this motion is passed, we will call it the Susan Mboya amendment, corrupt governors and other lootocrats of the Kenyan state will have a field day stashing public loot in their wives accounts without a care. Safe will be safe, thanks to the legal prowess of Ojienda, and, lest one forgets, the rot  in the judiciary of course.
What does the political economy of kleptocracy reveal in the laundering of loot?Nigeria will help for the neutral look. Spouses are deeply in the mix. But first To launder and squander all that money requires an infrastructure, a network -(in our case I think we highlighted right here on Jukwaa, how the NYS heist included logistics from top lawyers, accounting firms, bank managers, judges, police investigators from the baking fraud unit, super cabinet ministers) ---, and that is where the private and public associates of the thieves come into the radar. FRONTS! Money can not disappear itself, much less spend itself! It always leaves a trail. To follow! We are looking at FRONTS. 'fictitious constructions to hide theft' Let us take a look at the Oga. FRONT COMPANIES, FRONT PEOPLE, a battery of fronts, even FRONT SPOUSES AND WIVES! Sitting on the boards of the front companies makes an exciting reading in closed class incest. And we must not forget daughters. Not just like Isabel Dos Santos, but less famous ones like Obasanjo's. Keeping it in a cycle like a royal succession!NB: In Kenya, SPONSORING a mpango wa kando is a n MCA status symbol which has come with the easy cash of devolution and state graft. A new social group of parasite women has come up known as 'sponcy's' --escort or consort or plane old kept prostitute seems too tasteless for some reason! 2. The companies of Josephine Kabura -of the NYS fame, receiving close to a billion disburses two weeks into formation and before they delivered even horse dung, are examples of fronts. Ogola and Mujeera's 27M HongKong clothes spree on behalf of Ben Gethi, is a front transaction. Money laudering by other words. There is nothing ever complex in these things. Complex is when the true industrial bourgeoisie have to run an industry on whale oil, and ships have to be fitted with wild crews captained by men like Captain Ahab, who have to go out and catch the whale and bring the fat home. Such men, of whom Moby Dick is a depiction, are so ruthless if a youngman spent company money on a fraudulent honeymoon abroad, they would kill him with his spouse as soon as he lands back. --it is important to know the difference in mental aptitude between men who parasite and those who work for the cost!So mostly I look at Kenyan politicians and forgive. They are babies who have no idea of work. Working for a living. I thought being a soldier in the jungle was tough, until I tried my hand on an oil rig in the deep North sea during a summer holiday, working a 15-hour day through storms. When I arrived back on shore and a whiteman gave me spitting look, a colleague had to tap my hands with the sharp point of a knife because my fingers had sunk like claws into the man's throat and I was excavating his adam's apple. Then the experience folks all grinned at me: 'it is the wild sea gotten to your mind. Wild seas makes a man a beast.' And there I was ever thinking it was the tropical jungle that did! Let us now ride home: Paul Ngei --Jomo Kenyatta's example to Billy Kaggia of a hard worker, would write all his properties in his wives names and have himself declared bankrupt. Leave my wife out of it I said! Stop victimising innocent females by association. That is the professorial genius  of Ojienda lawyering up for the Kidero's. The Paul Ngei template. Paul Ngei developed this leave my wife out of it defence to an a ritual art form. Personally I wouldn't pay more than a manambas's daily retainer for this line of Ojienda presentation or submission before The Camel. It is cheap banditry on the cheap! Unless one has no memory. www.nation.co.ke/news/Kidero-wife-sues-EACC-for-linking-her-to-husband-probe/-/1056/3152738/-/j3u420z/-/index.htmlNB: It is not that I do not have Kenyan examples that I keep on at the (Nigerian) Oga end, it is just that for Kenyan examples I may be emotionally involved and be clouded by anger or nationalist supersitition. It is easier to use a far example to show how ridiculous some mental expenditures are, and yet how universal. --Of course the same line of (Ojienda thought) has been fronted by no less than 200 Nigerian lawyers attending the arrested former securocrats! --LEAVE MY WIFE OUT OF IT! Continued Nyanza dialogue!
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Post by jakaswanga on Jun 25, 2016 17:35:13 GMT 3
interludeL JUST FOR THE LAUGHSFT1: POSSIBLE HEADLINES AFTER THEIR LORD PROTECTOR RAILA IS GONE1. Ex governor Jack Ranguma jailed for defrauding Kisumu county of millions in hotel bills Once upon a time 2. Cyprian Awiti jailed for 20 years over systematic fraud in Homa Bay when he was governor 3. ex Siaya governor Cornel Rasanga fails to return from Rwanda, following a warrant for his arrest over historic graft. Once upon a time 4. Over 1000 former ODM MCA's and SPONCY'S from Luo Nyanza jailed for a total of 1000 years! Prisons in Western Kenya are expecting a baby boom in line with the constitutional ammendment guaranteing conjugal rights to willing applicants of whatever sex. The prisons have turned in huge love nests following the massive conviction of .... who have all applied for conjugal considerations. A law is being proposed to allow forced abortions in prisons, given the already high number of uncared for bastards in prisons like Kodiaga. But some have spoken of miracle births [i/][i/]
5. Petition seeking to ban ODM from elections accepted by CJ Ibrahim M.
--Professor Mot Ondajie appearing for the people of Nyanza cited Eastern Europe in which the Communist party was banned in every country applying to join the European Union. He reasoned a ruling party can so abuse its mandate that it cedes its democratic right to exist. He further told the court in his submission, that the economic crimes visited upon the people of Luo Nyanza at the hands of the ODM behemoth, were as atrocious as a terrorist attack, thus legitimating the party's exclusion from the political process for at least a century. He further contended popularity does not count in this respect of crimes against a people: 'Even Hitler's NAZI party was a run-away popular one!' he barked.
However, crack lawyers Otiende Allomo and Fred Akuoth appearing for ODM declared such logic nonsensical and hysterical, baseless and immaterial. 'Even the apartheid party of South Africa was not banned post apartheid,' Allomo contended, 'Nor is Africa is East Europe post communist!' chimed in Akuoth! 'And the evil KANU died a natural death when it lost its place in the peoples hearts.' 'Bans are a fascitoid authoritarian device which died with the likes of Joseph Nserrykai!' fumed Allomo, reputed to have been a co-author of the now defunct constitution of the second republic!
Justice Ibrahim, formerly known as The Camel, adjourned the case for 10 years! [i/]
@nyanzanews
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Post by jakaswanga on Jul 9, 2016 10:40:02 GMT 3
ON FISH: THE END OF AN ERA: SUNSET ON FISHY NYANZACHINA KILLS A SYSTEM Seasonal variations in demand and supply,  said the ministry!? Sawa. Even if misquoted, teachers trained in patience do tire of morons, and morons who make decisions affecting millions can be a drag on a nation I suppose! So long, ministry! Let us find out what other Kenyans with functional brains say about the fish supply. These guys at KEMRI do not seem to share the same urge at the ministry echelons, the urge to be brain dead for pay. There is hope for Kenya, far from Nairobi government offices I say. Let us think, and continue thinking. Let us for joy's sake, grapple with this Sudoku's from reality. Some are actually as easy as to be open writings on the wall. Like this gesture of Joel.  Dunga Beach Management Unit Chairman Joel Otieno at the shores of Lake Victoria in Kisumu. There is overfishing too. And any ecosysem will only replenish so much. Ours is primitive, but even under scientific revolution in production, there would still be the cap of the law of diminishing returns. Not yet that luxury though for Joel and his fishmongering Luo! THOU WILL BE COMPETITIVE OR GO BUSTHigher, more efficient modes of production will replace lower, less innovative ones. Ahem, and pray: Only modes of production really? Here is a warning if you are not yet awake and fine-combing. RUDOL HOSS ON EFFICIENCY AT AUSCHWITZ EXTERMINATION OPERATION  So I restart, the mine-field stroll: Higher, more efficient modes of production will replace lower, less innovative ones. In the ruthless competition for market shares, struggle for existence and commodity social dominance, we lately have watched the once analogue market leader, Nokia, and its encryptive counterpart, BLACKBERRY, loose to the likes of Samsung and Apple in the digital race, disappear forever, or be relegated to parochial curiosities on the margins of existence. That was the story of IBM's loss to Microsoft too, the desktop and MS-DOS revolution. These technologically fired invasions of the market are not elimination by acquisition and then strangulation. This latter is cartel formation. Cartels are a bureaucratic monoliths which thwart innovation, cartels are top predators at an evolutionary dead-end; they are like the dinos. This explains how google replaced internet explorer as the search machine. And so too --at least in the orthodoxy of political science--- will industrial capitalism squeeze out semi-feudal peonage systems; the Industrial bourgeoisie replace the parasitic aristocracy, and, for example in the market place, the dynamics of Fish from China replace the feudal FISH FOR SEX at my local lake.Like in the sugar industry, we failed the competition test. Sugar costs ksh.30/kg at the world market. We can subsidise SONY and MUMIAS all we want, but so long we do not go ksh.39/kg factory price, we are dead fish swimming. That is how ruthless it gets in life. For jokers. Kidero golo Harambee wawere uru! --But even as a thing is condemned, an aspect, it is important to perceive whole systems in their general backwardness (or excellence of course). Easily then, the fish for sex --Jaboya modus operandi---- is the template for Tenders-for-underhand-Kickbacks, be they tenders to sponcy's -(expensive mpango wa kandos), or other closed crony cartelism which have been the new rage to squander state monies, as exercised by the new class of devolution aristocrats and rogues. (Raila Okelo devolution wayako). CLIENTELISM AND NEPOTISM SPOOKED IN HOMETURF Tilapia fish from China that is being sold in Kisumu THEME: Who will fool who?  Kisumu fish market. Many fish traders opt for the tilapia from China as they are cheap compared to the locally sourced Kitonje for kitonje, in some cases the mechandise is even more than 150% cheaper! And not any more carcinogenic than local farm produce sold in Nairobi! This is a SIMBI NYAIMA omen. But watch the power drunks react. O! Watch in detail our vermin react. That is the ODM vermin choking the lungs of Luoland, yet angling for an opportunity to do the same to Kenya; the ODM vermin which is the hyacinth colonising the Nyanza political lake, and must be weeded out for a light to be seen at the end of the tunnel, this tunnel of comprador underdevelopment.   Women fish mongers at Dunga Beach Kisumu  Part of Winam Gulf in Kisumu covered by the water hyacinth Photo: UCSD Now a few more extracts from the daily press to set the stage. Boycott a more than 100% difference in price!? if consumer loyalties were that nationalistic, how do we explain the concept of KARAFU!? We, people of the lake, are gonna be manning up, or just morph into hawkers of made in China ... (like all infrastructure in Africa are currently the hawking by our finance ministers of loans made in China!)The government is in Kisumu, HomaBay and Siaya. Their excellency's are Ranguma, Awiti, and Rasanga. see what I mean by vermin and scum running Luoland. This is a matter of life and death for their people, and they shoving it to Jubilee, which with its 70% approval rate and safe-seat Tyranny of numbers, are laughing all the way to China. What did old Africa say about drumming while your house is on fire? Hmm, this is the moment for a NEW DEAL. Economic deal, and Nairobi is not, can not be part of it. Did they read how THE MINISTRY THINKS ABOUT THE FISH SITUATION -- A supply and demand fluctuation soon to be corrected by the invisible hand of the market! And these Luo Mpigs dare think Nairobi has any think to think here! Vermin, pure vermin! Mumias and the rest found it more profitable to import (confectionary?) sugar and repackage it locally as its own. Taking cane outgrowers for a long ride. I see a template. What do you see, anywola. Check those price differences. It is a nuclear bomb China dropped. CONTINUED.
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Post by jakaswanga on Jul 9, 2016 16:43:18 GMT 3
(cont) WHILE THE FISHING INDUSTRY MOVED ON ELSEWHEREGive or take a century, Fish has been the elixir of Luo cultural life for millennia. If boney fish is carelessly eaten, treacherous pieces of bone would not only puncture the tongue, but jam the oesophagus too, leading to dread woe after the swallow. In the absence of a filet industry other than for children, there is therefore need for a special set of skills during the mastication of this proteinous meal, such sophistication to speedily and subtly shift flesh from bone, to avoid deep throat woe. The Luo developed this skill -fine muscles of the oral cavity and an agile tongue, and this has richly determined their speech patterns or range of pronunciation. They could therefore easily miss six teeth without suffering a comical hitch in articulation. (the 'Sh-' and 's-' as in sheet and sit, offside!) But that is another long, long story. The economic activity of fishing being a staple through the centuries, being at one time even more important than farming and livestock husbandry, has shaped our culture in highly subtle ways. Think of the songs and rituals which accompany the launching of new boats, or the spiritual fool-proofing against sea-faring disasters. There are also subtle hints in culture, like the ego-soothing perception that pre- an post natal diet of 'good fish' does good things to lakeside brains, a rumour which has led to countless misunderstandings and delusions of Luo divinity. (Not exactly the chosen people of God like the Jews, but pretty capable of holding their own in the face of adversity! I suppose like the treachery of General Namwamba!) NB: 1. The Tse-tse fly put check to aspirations of livestock farming until the likes of Mumbo ka Mumbo dusted the archives and rediscovered that cow-dung dust remedy still practiced by our warring Sudanese cousins --the Nuer and Dinka--- to date. 2. For the (tse-tse fly vectored) sleeping sickness to lift away its check on the explosion of the Kavirondo Luo population, heroics like those of Mboga Thwon JaMisori would be needed. Mboga The Owilla (he is Pamela --mama Susan Kidero-- Mboya's grandfather by the way) let himself be bitten by a tse-tse flea to test a vaccine he had discovered in, where else, Tse-Tse Island in Lake Nyandha (Victoria). Before Mboga died of the bite, he managed to perfect the vaccine and population boomed after him. His heroics were once commemorated with tuneful blows of the conch at sea to call the winds from the land of the dead, but in this digital age we are working to transfer them chords into raging AHANGLA firework melodies for the dancing pleasure of the noveau rich of course --that would our ODM MCA's, devolution tenderpreneurs and their round-buttocked sponcy's!That is culture for you, a prostitute too! But that is a long, long story! DELUSIONS OF LUO DIVINITY CORRECTEDIf this had not been done, China now deconstucts this delusion with this powerful move. The Luo know sh!t about fish, otherwise said, what we know about fish is no longer adequate to count as a fishing nation in the high-tech, digital age. Our software thereto is an antic model, passed by time. We are stuck, stunted, production wise, straggler evolutionary retards. Howbeit there is no budget from any county into R$D, nor even an idea thereto from Maseno, the Luo eye and Brain-Trust. These are measures of economic underdevelopment, and that is usually sustained by a healthy dose of social backwardness, not to mention political cretinism. -We have turned the little gulf of the (Kavirondo) lake we possess into a sewage dam; we have turned a blessing and the cradle of our culture into a waste dump, we have abused the earth -- washing our oil-leaking and dirty vehicles in the lake--- and thereby forsaken our heritage. We have cursed the fish! Burnt the granary. LOST THE PARADISE. Given the game away. To China! Koro ging'ielo gi bei! So let me cry, child:
Everywhere reigns the poverty of intellectuals
But nowhere is it as harsh as in Luo-Nyanza!
Look how labour which is our greatest and everlast resource
Wastes disused and abandoned like an old who-re.
Visit Luoland and lay witness to the tomb of dreams
What are our youth up after their poor secondary school? ...Here is a hint. I heard my two lovely sisters Millie Odhiambo and Grace Wanga declare IPSOS to be the latest Jubilee propaganda acquisition --after a brown bahasha honey-pot raid at CORDED ranks which hooked Ababu Namwamba, Mung'aru and a few others. Perhaps SID too is a Jubilee sleeper!? It is a thought.  Vendors hawk farm produce to passengers aboard a Usenge bound bus at Akala market in Siaya County. A recent report shows that 20 per cent of the countys residents lack formal training.But when one narrows this --20%-- down to youth in the best physique of their lives - potentially their most productive labour days--- but daily lying fallow, unskilled and tilled in naught, then will you begin to sense the scale of the disaster. From the perspective of labour as the alpha and omega of a successful nation, it is a catastrophe. (Not that anybody in King Raila's court would figure it out like that!) Now, do we loose the future too? (together with the next elections!) continued. ONCE UPON A TIME IN NYANZA |
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Post by jakaswanga on Jul 10, 2016 11:47:14 GMT 3
THE REVOLUTION OF TECHNOLOGY AND PRODUCTIONFor the naturally produced TILAPIA from Lake Viktoria, if the same weight/size units are compared with the GM variant farmed and imported from China, the lowest price difference is ksh.70/unit, and the highest ksh.150. That is a whooping saving for consumers who are on the breadline ... oops ... lie under trees or absent mindely do window-shopping during lunch hours (to put it like Omollo Gabby in a famous song). www.standardmedia.co.ke/article/2000207446/chinese-fish-floods-kisumu-markets There was a large gap in the market waiting to be filled by an entrepreneur. China, a rising power for real, would move with a vision and decisiveness. ANATOMY OF A CRISISA micro-economic explication of why Africa is not rising. Insatiable demand for Tilapia contained by imports from afar. Our LBDA (Lake Basin Development Authority) slept on the job, while others far away in China burnt the midnight oil. Now all we can be are hawkers of imported fish. It is a ruthless lesson in growing up. Tunafundishwa na ulimwengu sasa.  Christine Ayuma shows a carton of frozen fish imported from China in Kisumu and distributed by East African Sea Food LTD on June 29,2016. The lakeside town formerly known for massive production of fish is fed with fish from lake Turkana, River Nile in Uganda and lately China Protectionism for the local industry? Under duress we already signed something called EPA --and that is free trade with the European Union. And the European Union is signing/negotiating TTIP and, for example, keeping silent about the EU's own overproduction of fish, Canada is an industrial giant in both GM Fish, and sea-fish production! WORLD ORDER LIBERALISATION Power play, just to inform the native, be he Muthamaki Uhuru Kenyatta, fingers can be snapped at him to do what he gotta do. Coz he is a vassal. Tanzania recently had a change of heart on EPA. After historic misgivings and a zig-zag policy which threatened her relationship with Kenya, they have again had a rethink! At the same time, on protectionism, we are in EAC, COMESA, special relations with SADC (Southern Africa Development Community), and it is all about free trade. Protectionism can be done, but it would need wide region political action, like Union in the 600 million consumer market of East and Central Africa. Now, if Kenya and Uganda can not even jointly agree on a Railway line ..
pipeline
.. the joint coordination of Agricultural policy is far. But it is where to begin. 1000Km journey, begins with single step.  Rose Akinyi sells fish at her stall in Obunga, Kisumu town, yesterday. The fish popularly known locally as mgongo wazi goes for a minimum of Sh30Now (Grwoth hormonised?) full-back Tilapia from China can be had at the same price. A riot of a bargain for the poorly nourished. Breaking that generous deal requires a whale of a re-think, of every local economic priority. Necessity is the Mother of Creativity, but still I do not have confidence in my ODM regime to make even the first step, in the 1000 year journey!
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Post by jakaswanga on Jul 10, 2016 15:58:44 GMT 3
A DEEPER LOOK AT CHINA'S FISHY INVASIONMy first confrontation with CHINA POWER in Africa was in Zambia. Up to then I was a confident if a touch cocky and brutalised young African risking it all in his youthful optimism. In this confrontation I was down on my financial luck, but up my luck on the very important question of life expectancy. I had to do what I had to do. And that was take up a job as a KAYAMKONO on a road-building project. China Roads and Bridges (or some other such to the point name) was building deep in Zambia. It was easy to get the job. It was a slave's job no Zambian worth his salt would take. And then there was more. More which would turn the experience into a shattering wake-up moment for myself. What does it take for Chinese Companies to build roads through some of the remotest areas of Africa, or Asia for that matter? And why can we not –----Mugoya, Kirinyaga, Hayer----- do it ourselves, 50 years after flagging ourselves independent?First, every CHINESE engineer or mechanic going abroad had to be proficient in three reparative departments, a top mechanic. All technical problems to do with equipment are solved on site, by the resident personnel. I was told by a Chinaman there, that Chou en Lai produced an ideological paper to underwrite China's intimacy with Africa, and one of its tenets was the idea of integrated engineering. The lessons learnt from the construction of the Tazara railway would prove him right. When Deng Hsiao Ping sent the cats out to catch mice wherever they could, Chou-en-Lai's work were unearthed and the sense in them used.  The 99 bends on Tianmen Mountain   Look at it like this. Deep in Shaba, the nearest spare-part shop is Loanda in Angola, or the port Kinshasha. With no roads –---after all that is what you are constructing, the only way to civilisation is air cargo or a two-month boat and land ride. So the road construction company has an AIRFORCE. And an improvised landings field. Rule 1. MULTI-TASKING: The chopper mechanics and engineers are the truck and other heavy equipment technicians. Not to mention being the agriculturalists growing own food, generating own power, constructing own oil depot. And of course the same people double up as medics and chemists. You got to have special carriculum geared to produce such all-round commandos. That is what Chou en Lai concluded when he visited Africa in the 50's was it? at the behest of Mao- ('s geo-political calculations) was it!? Yet it would appear China has produced such technical commandos on the assembly line, meaning they come a dozen a dime, and do slave hours. They are permanently on site. Like prisoners. Now, consider the Zambian engineers who could compete them. –--One: them Zambians in their prestige as engineers do not do welding nor repair. I must say even the Kenyan engineers I saw during the construction of the airport in Kisumu do not do repair. No, they do not even repair wheelbarrows, leave alone monsters like this.   To expect them to do that would be an insult. To want them to do it unmitigated humiliation. Yet in Zambia I watched a Chinama with a MIT equivalent in electrical engineering, weld wheelbarrows, revise oil filters for every type of engine, install a kokoto crusher, repair a cement mixer, revise generators, install solar panels, design a dam, install a water-wheel for irrigation, pilot a plane, change rotors, and, O God, offer me a pay rise if I could be a kind of pimp (procure local women, or men for ding-dong as OtishOtish puts it.). This I refused and continued to earn a pittance as a kayamkono. Year later when I checked it out with Dr. USA Kotieno, he shook his head in disbelief: 'You should have become a kwacha millionaire running an illegal brothel in the jungles for those oriental perverts. I do not see the moral difference between a pimp running African women for the Chinese, and a minister of finance like in Angola mortgaging all the oil to China!' But there had been something else on my mind. I had perceived something which had shocked me senseless. It was a flash of recognition, a revelation not a thought, something like a Eureka moment or a Saul to Paul flash on the road to Damaski. –----The shock was when I asked the Massachusetts institute of Technology graduate who was a jack of all technical trades 10,000km from his home across endless brine, how much he earned. I suffered an epileptic attack. Doing 14 hours a day on the regular, and extra when there was an emergency, with one day only off in the week, he was still not above $1000/month. With the tropical bonus which he all saved in China to buy a house, he was top $1500/month. (150K. In South Africa an electrical engineering starters pay would be like 200K). And the weekend is long, and lazy, and free. www.lusakatimes.com/2014/04/21/zambian-engineers-maintenance-engineers-innovative-prof-chirwa/ So excellent Chinaman engineer comes cheap and performs high, but consider this for perspective ... Do you not start sweating in shock. The basic salary, extras apart, is over $70.000/year. $6000/month. 600K/month. For that offer, years of experience included, one would have 4 top Chinese engineers working 14 hrs/day 6 days a week. If this math does not give you hyperventilation then you are a lost cause. China provides the money and the people to do all the jobs, even the menial ones. It is like we do not need exist. This is what I saw in ZAMBIA which tuned my belly,and my mind inside out. ECONOMICALLY SPEAKING, FOR PRODUCTION WE DO NOT NEED EXIST. FOR A BIT OF CONSUMPTION YES. This was the recognition, the shock, why I can only refer to African heads of state as Their Excellency's, with a ring of contemptuous spit, hiding a cold heart. During the building of the Kondele bypass in Kisumu, I saw a few unemployed mechanical engineering graduates from our local universities curiously milling around. One told me he had asked for a job the previous week and the China foreman had pointed at a broken wheelbarrow. ''And you refused to repair the wheelbarrow as an application letter!? I asked him. He looked at me, shocked that I should ask him that. Why should he repair a wheelbarrow for a living with a degree in engineering? While an illiterate MCA is earning 300K, bonus not yet in! (The salaries are of course bad loans, if you look at Henry Rotich's balances!) Anyway, just as importing a wheelbarrow repairer from China is still cheaper than finding one at Kondele in Kisumu, I guess Tilapia and just about everything, even women, are cheaper imported from China. Ours is to consume and hawk further. Toward our extinction. It is a death knell. A continental death knell.
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Post by jakaswanga on Jul 18, 2016 21:12:01 GMT 3
Clay Muganda in a thought provoking delivery! BEING LIKE THAT ONLY!
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Post by jakaswanga on Oct 16, 2016 10:07:29 GMT 3
WE, THE PEOPLE OF THE HOLY WEED, NO LONGER BELIEVE IN FISH!IT IS THE BUSAA ISSUE IN BUNGOMA COUNTY EXCITING ME! This particular case of the rehabilitation of Busaa and related clubs in Bungoma county, has seen His Excellency Ken Lusaka establish autonomy from Nairobi. Nairobi is the lair where cream bureaucrats form an arm-chair fifth column convoluting the interpretation of laws and clauses, effectively fighting devolution with their retarded, KANU-esque mind sets. But before we go out and tour the Mulembe Bukusu sites where we shall sit ourselves down to brimming GOROGORO'S of the traditional drink, I have a domestic, two Luo domestics in fact! 1. RASANGA'S MOCK PHOTO 2. RANGUMA'S LEGAL SUIT AGAINST CHINESE FISH! 1. There is a controversy over there at Siaya. Siaya is our CANDIDAT NA BISO's rural, and thus the unstated Mecca polity. Howbeit in a moment of mental laxity typical of decaying, incestuous courts, the County Educational Board put his Excellency Cornel Rasanga's photo on all primary mock papers. The (would-be) Siaya state secretary for lower education, Ms Okello Pammy, now in limbo after the Roman apparatchik Fred Maatiang'i declared her board persona non 'educata', originally reasoned this photo-treat would not only make the pupils know their governor better, but in addition propel their performance to stratospheric realms! NB: (Pamela Okello is neither the first nor will she be the last bureaucrat to loose her mind on account of phat perks dished without a performance contracts, nor a strict protocol defining a cutting-edge work ethic. The Chairman of the national film board, Ezekiel Mutua, is another perfect example of bureaucratic foolhardiness Kenyan style --see footnote for explication.)As I intimated, the Roman legatus of a Freddo did not even wait to appoint an inquisitor and delegate an investigation to the provinces. Dawa ya bullsh!t ni bullsh!t, the high-flier legatus appears to think! seeOkello and Nyaribo, same duplicated job? But that is a story for another day! ( double-decker bureaucratic constructions which twice-pay wages for the same half job not done! Amigo Mank once said.) But, for starters on photos: if living African heads of state put their cut-off heads on national currency's, why wouldn't a local Excellency put his passportphoto on a mock exam!? --Heh, Dr. Robust Maatiang'i, any thoughts on that!? NB: Word is, around the counties, many equipments, mock papers and educational items for schools, even secondary schools, are bearing the photos of SPONSORS! Some photos, like in a Kisii case, are of aspiring politicians and incumbents defending seats, while elsewhere giant telephone and soft drink companies are on promo! Still Roman Enforcer Maatiang'i is not buying. Neither are the opponents of Rasanga, among them Carey Orege and Nicolas Gumbo, who see in it, a campaign headstart, all with public money! (that this obvious interpretation escaped Okello and co, we attribute to the necessary arrogance and blindness of power: Rasanga tena sycophancy!) I highlight this issue because, for me, it captures two fundamental issues in a double-wham. It is a single stone which kills two birds at a go. A. The tension surrounding the distribution of power. How is the balance of faculties and competences between the central state and the county government?--Remember the case of doctors who did not want to be bossed by county assemblies? These, the docs said, were run by former bodaboda operators with zero knowledge of the sector!? 'To hell with devolution! Fcuck the county government! we are ministry, we Nairobi people!' the docs yelled as their salaries delayed 3 months! But it was too late! Earlier on, two years ago, the smoke was visible from a distance above the fire! And so to another Legatus in Nairobi showing a tantrum and making scenes. This time it is the PS Karanja Kibicho, he of the interior and coordination of national government. Mwangi Kiunjuri, Ex Queen Waiguru's replacement, is very limelight shy. And with reason! Continued. PS KARANJA KIBICHO FAULTS THE BUNGOMA BUSAA LEGAL ACT
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Post by jakaswanga on Oct 16, 2016 13:16:50 GMT 3
Continued: ON BUNGOMA'S BUSAA STAINED MIDDLE FINGER AT NAIROBIWHEN INTERIOR PS KARANJA KIBICHO FAULTS THE BUNGOMA BUSAA LEGAL ACT So the local excellency's and their local parliaments are just DC's and DO's to patiently wait for their orders from Nairobi!? Did not Patrick Njoroge of the Central Bank find out the other day these semi-literate bodaboda thugs running counties can force ambitious but criminalised popular hustlers like William Ruto to urinate on and vandalise painfully constructed central government policy, of which ace bureaucrats at the pinnacle of the mandarinate have vouched their reputations on? It is therefore no suprise H.E Ken Lusaka shows the conservative mandarin, Kibicho, the middle finger. So, Nairobi, what really is the problem? It is possible the historical explanation behind the comprador inherited colonial ban on local  liquor and traditional brews is correct. The colonial government wanted to establish a MONOPOLY for the Motherland brews, and, simultaneously, kill off possible industrial process technical advancement by the natives. Banning the local alcohol industry was to effectively curtail the (on the spot research and (practical) development of the local brewers,thus drastically reducing the possibility of local technological breakthroughs, in which case underwriting eternal white supremacy, overall. The principal Kibicho is an engineer by training but I doubt the thought has ever crossed his mind, that colonialism had an inherent economic need to frustrate and kill off the colony's innovative options, for such technological (GUILD) efforts toward independent industrialisation spelled doom. nb: There was a time colonial law even stated the native will not go beyond std 3 primary school. a KIND OF Apartheid Bantustan education model to keep the native dumb and a slave forever. That is the law as an arss for you, and bureaucrats enforcing it as even greater mules, totally bereft of sense! (Like Pam Okello in Siaya and her Rasanga portraits, neither is Kibicho the first nor the last in this mlolongo of office fools!) In his small clerical world therefore, Karanja Kibicho reckons it is Nairobi, and him, who tells you and I what to drink, where and when! Lo, aint he just another 'delude' like that other Nairobi buffoon of the film board who thinks I can not put Serena Williams's twerking hinds as the lock-page freeze of my hand-held smart device! -Nothing makes my day -disturbs the peace of my pants I should better say--- like a powerful black feminist butt on the erotical twerk! And I aint alone. Lyric after lyric of our local maestros is an epic bow, worshipping the ever abundant crop of twerky butts! Suba to bor to nyiri beyo, to nyiri miel magalagala Benga wero pilepile!
Aseko yie to an ayie, ni Luo kae ma sianda beyo tetete! Footnotes: THE KENYA FILM BOARD AS AN ANTIC BRAIN TRUST And Muthoni is not alone neither. Convoluted ideas of national morality apart, Nairobi bureaucrats are also a bastion of convoluted ideas of devolution. And so this Lusaka tell off of Nairobi is apt. KEN LUSAKA STATES THE LAW IN BUNGOMA: SHUT UP NAIROBI ON A LIGHT NOTE Okay, His Excellency Ken Lusaka and his Bungoma regime has some awful challenges when it comes to quotations charged to local Wanjiku's. This was amptly illustrated by the case of the (pretender?) motorised wheelbarrows.    The malfeasance led to a humorous remark by the county's beauty queen, only for the local elite to loose their sense of humour thusLusaka and his lot may not know a thing or two about wheelbarrow prices --Sakwa Road, Gikomba Nairobi, just a slighshot from Country Bus station, is a good place to orient oneself on the going rates of an assortment of barrows! Then huge lorries from Kisii which throng Wakulima Market next to the Old Railway Station will give you quotes for Transport to Western. A man like me can deliver a lorryload of hardy barrows to Bungoma @4k. At ksh. 109,000 per barrow, Bungoma is run by mongrels and Nairobi bureaucrats can be excused for micro-managing Wetangula's backyard! Can a man who buys a jua-kali barrow at ksh. 100,000 be left to make decisions on licencing bars?   lusaka Yes, they have challenges in Bungoma, including hordes of Al-Shabaab adherents who, closely reading, tell another far story. Meanwhile in Kisumu with its collapsed industries --Sugar, fish, cotton, rice---- the goose with the potential to lay golden eggs is up for slaughter! www.the-star.co.ke/news/2016/05/20/over-9000-litres-of-illicit-brew-bhang-worth-sh15million-destroyed-in_c1354888 Really? Why should we let Afghanistan, Lebanon, Holland and Morroco monopolise the multi-billion hashish world trade? Migori county legalise Cannabis! --Thinking of Lee Scratch Perry And meanwhile WHAT IS with his Excellency of the KISUMU COUNTY?  Fish traders buy stock from fishermen at Dunga beach in Kisumu on October 13, 2016. Governor Jack Ranguma says he will sue the national government for allowing sale of fish from China in Kisumu. PHOTO | TOM OTIENO | NATION MEDIA GROUP But Of course when I mentioned Afghanistan, Lebanon, Holland, Jamaica and Morocco, I exluded the super power of ganja commerce: Obamaland A bird at hand is worth two in the bush! Let us commercialise Hashish! Forget Fish! Toward a people of the holy weed! The early bird catches the worm, but when you are led by vermin, don't you always miss the boat? |
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Post by jakaswanga on Oct 22, 2016 10:05:15 GMT 3
AN INTERESTING CASE OF AMNESIA IN KENYAThere is a syndrome called Korsakov (Korsakoff or Wernicke's encephalopathy). It is a habitual memory lapse which then progresses into a permanent memory loss. This condition is, on elementary reference, orchestrated by a critical lack of vitamin B1, also known as Thiamine. But straightforward without much scientific poohaah, it is a pathological brain damage from chronic alcohol abuse. When ones brains is damaged, ones memory is to the dogs gone. But one gotta fill that somehow during conversations. A concept called 'confabulation' then raises its head. Having established that, let us now tackle the science and necessity of --text book-- HISTORICAL AMNESIA at the NATIONAL ARCHIVES, and in the particular case of the republic of Kenya, its manifestation as highlighted by JUBILEE spin doctors on the occasion of Mashu-njaa day, just the other day this October 2016.. --There ONCE WAS a book with an interesting title: TOM MBOYA, THE MAN KENYA WANTED TO FORGET.  Then came the second liberation so called. And the intended  official DAMNATIO MEMORAE hit a popular snag!  Luo nationalism, autonomous in her heart, had of course never been party to the Kenyattarite edict of Mboya as a nobody. I think Mboya is a bit like sex, you do not have to do it everyday, nor shout about it, but you will always remember it somehow, likely daily. Sexuologists say, for men, young or old, at least three times an hour! And that, historically projected, is Kenya's Mboya memory statistic! For the perpetrators of his murder it is a permanent guilty pang, not to mention paranoid fears of Luo nationalist revenge best served cold; for his lovers, a permanent painful prick of a historical trauma. So here is a think: How about Tom Mboya, the man Kenyatta forgot? And if we go by the subtext that the shooter, the infamous Njenga Njoroge, with his 'how about the big man, fingered Jomo Kenyatta, the historical case becomes: snr. plotted physical erasure, murder, junior pronounced the DAMNATIO MEMORAE (erasure from memory)! Bethink thee: How much brain damage would it take to forget TJ Mboya? Total national Alzheimer? (Stalin on Trotsky!?) HISTORICAL ENCEPHALOPATHY There are many reasons for the degeneration of the historical memory of a country. And there are very good ideological and practical reasons why power is doomed to such a selective reading as to make the national canon/curriculum mere state propaganda. What is dementia?Classically that is when brain tissues degenerate and memory fades, due to time and use. That is normal wear and tear. Heroes can be forgotten just because so much time has gone past, and other juicier stuff filled the archives. No hard feelings there. History is a long road of heroes fallen by in some old nations! Well, that is not the case with Tom Mboya! Kenya is but a damsel yet to flower! Kenya and Mboya is like an adolescent and sex, a pre-occupation whose statistic is ubiquitous.  Neither do I think Menoah Esipisu, Ouru's alleged speechwriter for the day, suffers this dementia kind of historical encephalopathy. His memory loss, mesays, is deliberate, calculated and studied in import. Esipisu's memory lapse is an act!So much the fool Muigai fell for it. But there is the one they call AD, Alzheimer's Disease. When incumbent power, all incumbent power, begins to delude itself, that its parochial interpretation of the national canon is the sole universal and the eternal truth, the symptoms fall thick and fast in public, like the odour of rot from a poor morgue. It starts with slips of the tongue and innocent memory hitches --- interesting case study in Ngugi's a grain of wheat. And tongues roll where they ought not! Such nations are in trouble, schizophrenic they are, split consciousness waiting for a resolution, awaiting a unifier of personality, a forger of union identity. CONFABULATION. President Kenyatta I believe is innocent. Occupied elsewhere with earhtly stuff, like Mopao Koffi Olomide sings --mpenda nyama; nyama ya mbuzi, nyama ya ng'ombe (08:40) piga photo!  piga selfie  I believe his Excellency did not read the speech in advance. Nor does he recognise neither the cultural, the historical nor political import of publicly erasing Jaramogi and Mboya from the pantheon of Kenyan heroes. The criticism must thus come as a surprise and leave him much bewildered. It is important to note that in confabulation, there is no conscious intent to deceive!But the men and women who worked on the presidential speech of course took thoughts and worked around them. So it is a case of PURIFIED INTENT! Muigai is merely their public toy, an agile parrot which mouthed stuff it comprehends not. Makes one pity the boy. I criticise him for the laziness of not reading the speech in advance and taking presidential thoughtful pause on it! NB: I may not suffer fools in my classroom on a regular working day, however, if one has a hall-full of African heads of state to contend with, a fools paradise in effect, then I think it is time for the old book: SUFFERING WITHOUT BITTERNESS! IT is of course in Nyanza, Luo Nyanza, where I have pivoted to study manifestations of DAMNATION MEMORAE as edicted by the ruling ODM monolith! Which is why this vermin talk below is sycophantic comical hysteria bereft of national self critique
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Post by jakaswanga on Oct 29, 2016 14:27:10 GMT 3
AN INTERESTING CASE OF AMNESIA IN KENYA NYANZA: MOLLO KABUDHA!It is always a tale of two republic when it comes to heroes. A bit like an Irish hero is an English villain. A bit like the annual Orange Marches through Belfast and Ulster in Northern Ireland, and of course forgotten parts of Scotland: 'Provocative protestant Triumphalism!' Yells one part of the British population! 'Nonsense! --Shut up you professional catholic cry-babies!' retorts the other! Oh the last catholic King, What a teary eye I spot, For thy fate O poor thing! There is a Texan town down in the USA where whites do not celebrate the official Martin Luther King day. Perhaps it is all a hint at irreconcilable differences coexisting in one political polity, antagonistically evolving toward an inevitable resolution, some say revolution. But who knows? Our own Dedan Kimathi whose statue now adorns a similarly named street in Nairobi, is still a registered terrorist in British books! And an Arab man told me sometime ago, that there is some linguistic trouble in Arabia, because The Holy Warrior is, among the young, increasingly becoming the acceptable euphemism or popular colloquial for Osama bin Ladin. And it all started with a seditious cartoon character. When, recently in the wake of Mashunjaa day 2016, Ugunjaman Opiyo Wandayi climbed the soapbox and (as if he were a parody act of a Roman tribune) yelled at the top of his voice, that the Pantomimic President Kenyatta had to apologise to Joluo for deleting Odinga from the roll call of Gigantes, I warmed up to the show, my black Roman heart always having a spare leg to be let pulled by the ODM caravan of oddities. (Luo Nyanza is of course a front seat for an eye-witness account of ODM in power!) And aint I ever game. I remembered there is no shortage of Jaramogi in my world. In fact there is an overkill, a fetish or a cult of worship. In deed it was just by a whisker that the Kisumu International Airport is not named after the same! (A bit like Nairobi stuff really, where the airport is JKIA, university JKUAT, Academic Hospital KNH, and a major avenue the same! A Kenyatta fetish so to speak. No Mekatilili road in Nairobi, nor Ndonye wa Kauti; though of course by one account the town Machakos is a perversion of Masaku!)In the rule I never worry myself too much about 'officially forgotten' heroes. My father, an island fisherman whose grandmother hailed from lokatoknamkocha (overseas) -that is Uyoma in Rarieda across the narrow neck of the gulf which expands like a pot-belly into the gulf of Winam, told me the story of Owilla Mollo Kabudha. Sorry, the pagan tyrant rather ordered me to find out later when I grew up, where the legendary spear of Mollo is. An assignment which has become an Odyssey of sorts. -My investigations so far point to a British museum. Mollo was a guerrilla leader in the Rarieda peninsular. Colonial expeditionary forces were rustling cattle all over and kicking barns in, ostensibly to feed the chain gangs of labourers constructing the Uganda railway between Kericho and Yala; but, like the current Saudi air campaign in Yemen, it was choreographed to destroy native livelihood, to pacify them by hunger into a dependency complex. Bagged subjects. There is a hilltop called Kalandin overlooking Asembo Bay and the Aram swamp. More of a plateau really. It gives a spectacular, commanding view of Winam, all the way to Homa Hills on the other side; and, dare I say, but George Ramogi in his mid 70's smash hit Anyango Beldina, just missed quipping Kor g'Anyango neno ma kata ichung' Kalandin! ---(Anyango has built his father's home in Karachwonyo in a fashion which is visible from all all plateaus of the grain-giving earth! --crooned the master guitarist in one of the most endearing entreaties toward sending girls to good schooling) Well, the Kalandin plateau is nowadays famous for Lwak Mission post, Lwak Girls High school, and the proposed headquarters of Rarieda division. Here, verily, in the late 1880s or so, a parley was arranged through the intervention of a colonial loyalist chief, a treacherous collaborator. It became a historical setting for a betrayal scene reminiscent of the famous Koitalel arap Samoei blueprint. Lured into a peace summit by compromised intermediaries, the Nandi Orkoiyot military legend was murdered in cold blood by Richard Henry Meinertzhagen, a ferocious British monster.  Koitalel arap Samoei mausoleum in Nandi Hills. Mollo Kabudha, tricked into a fake peace ceremony, was shot by a colonel Ferguson. Injured but not incapacitated, he grabbed a spear from one of Ferguson's African attendants and speared the whiteman through the neck, dead. A quick and trusted gun-wise servant of the colonel, a native mercenary named Oremo, then shot Mollo dead. The colonial administration then decreed a damnatio memorae on the life and times of a native who had had the audacity to kill a whiteman in broad daylight in front of other Negroes! They confiscated his ceremonial gear including the spear, but wily Otieno Osogo Jamawira, Mollo's key lieutenant whose voice, like the former TPOK singing legend Josky Kiambukuta Londa, had a thousand tonal variations, began to hoot a monkey call which had been a fallback plan. The monkeys rained so much sh!t on the company that, as pandemonium took hold, Osogo and a group of stealthy warriors managed to rescue Mollo's body from the intended infamy of a bonfire. Thereafter with the body of Mollo did they trek through the forest paths to a place now called Owimbi at the border of Asembo and Uyoma. There did they burry the fallen commander in a secret TEMPORARY grave, in a warriors Y. The body, goes the story, was never relocated for the intended proper burial. These were chaotic times as a new order was instituted. And with collaborator chiefs in the ascent, fain to please the new order, resistance cults had to dive under, and brood. Today, Owimbi is a famous junction and there is a towering water tank 'adopted by the spirits of the land'. On certain dates of the year, one may find folks idling around Owimbi, even dancing strangely. Last time I passed Owimbi from Lwanda Kotieno ferrypoint, 20 minutes by CHOPPA from Mbita, a bodaboda gang was performing dangerous and daring pikipiki manoeuvres.
I had to stop and get a brief.
'Omera, magi ang'o? Wi jamni ni Kalandin?'
(speak, fellow, motorbike gymnastics what for!?)
'Ferguson tugo kodwa! Wanyone wanyame!'
(We are just teaching Ferguson a lesson, ripping his hinds, shaking our butts at him!)Time for a Koitalel-like mausoleum at Owimbi, mesays, for Mollo Jamituri. (but the thieving culturally alienated ODM brigandage running Siaya wouldn't dare, would they? Vermin Oremoists they be! continuing the damnatio memorae edict handed to the collaborator colonial chiefs by the British!) Pumbavu kabisa! mavi ya kuku kabisa! Wandayi trying to remove the spek in Muigai's lazy eye before doing his homework! So, back to safer memories and tamer heroes for the looting class! (Nairobi template reflected) When one visits the dusty and ever drought-stricken university town of Bondo, deep in Siaya county, the TU is called Jaramogi Oginga Odinga (institute of technology) -JOOIT. When one comes to the industrial town which counts for the Luo Rome, London or Paris, the Oxford street or Champs Elysee is the Oginga Odinga. Within the same bodaboda infested and hyacinth-choked former port city of Florence, there is the famous referral hospital whose popular name is Russia. Its official name, howbeit, is Jaramogi Oginga Odinga. This corpse-house also puts up appearances as the medical leg of the faculty of medicine at Maseno University. This mirrors what Kenyatta National hospital is to Nairobi University's faculty of medicine, and Moi referral to the same named university in Eldoret. I wouldn't say Kenya has forgotten Jaramogi if you ask me! Unless of course Luoland is, like pwani, not Kenya! And on the upper end of the scale, where the kind of people lawyer Kilokumi, fighting William the Singh's corner, refers to as high-minded, mind their stuff, the book NOT YET UHURU is a notorious text in Kenyan post-colonial political studies/narrative. Compulsory. That they do not give it due attention at Amherst college of arts in the USA just shows you are better off having your civics lectures at your local Mama Mboga's by impoverished TSC types like Jakaswanga! We would be happy to reassemble colonially disassembled minds! Pro Bono! (though a 300% raise is welcome!) Lo, if some boy from Kiambu never heard of the famous Uhuru na Kenyatta PINY OWACHO chant, and if that boy from Kiambu happens to be named Kenyatta and never heard of Jaramogi Odinga, or if he heard he considers Odinga historically inconsequential, I don't see myself taking offence as a Luo. Nor as a Kenyan. Oh No! it is not even a question of an attempted doctoring of history, nay I say, to doctor history presupposes a hard think upfront; one has to be imaginative, like a serious artist at a work of fiction. The fiction has to be coherent and rise up to some standard for it to count a work of anything, even if not art. Even stupid comedy requires an attempt at creativity. Kenyatta's performance was not even a distant relative of farce. Jomo's boy needs proper guidance rather than condemnation! To stand up on a national day and say -by inference-- Jaramogi is a nobody seems to me to be more the explication of brainlessness, or, on the rosier grid, infantile innocence! The Kiambu boy's silence was merely the loss of sense arising from a concussion, temporary perhaps, or some othe easily explainable black out! I see no malice. I exonerate the president from the would-be conscious act of major foolishness! possibly it is still all Kenyatta day to him. Like it was all his childhood, his historical development having stunted and stopped then! Nor would you catch me demanding apologies from either imbeciles or infants! I would rather a tired patronising smile and a winky 'spoilt or not, kids will be kids' nod'. (And we walimu pledge to teach better lessons, now that we are better paid!) Opiyo Wandayi's hysteria therefore marks a sycophantic blurb on the soapbox of re-election!MALO MALO JALUO MALO! Goes a song. --It is a jingoisitc chest-thump devoid of the inferiority complexes the ODM collaborator crew would rather implant! Jowa! telo mar wich ma nindo ojoga ndi! --Nyar megeu ma lwar obuthie, olokore paw onywogo! JOWI! JOWI! MOLLO! MOLLO! DHO UYOMA DHI! WIGI NI NDORI! PIERGI TO E OWIMBI KA! JOWI! JOWI! |
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Post by jakaswanga on Nov 24, 2016 20:03:23 GMT 3
THE LUO LOOTOCRATS OF NYANZA AND THE ANNOYING AUDITOR GENERALA few weeks ago we were treated to the absurd theatre of the abdicating president Ouru Kenyatta ridiculing the Auditor General, only for the first family to be caught pants down, all fingers sticky (in the cookie jar). and as the nation still reels at yet another infamy -or, as they used to say,-- ... as the gods still look away in shame at what vile deeds mortal Kings visit upon The Host, here comes Amollo Tinga and his coterie of Luo lootocrats to add insult to the national injury. Here is the tip of the veil lifted to shine a light into the decomposing heart of the caliphate. Ach, it is Siaya I wanted to call the decomposing heart, Homa Bay is more of a decomposing limb! But what is, anyway! Before all facts are known and tabled, The One Enigma, who has been berating the Jubilee administration on matters graft at full throttle, has found it necessary to rush to the defence of Amason Kingi But worse was to come. If the scion of the Jomo family, the Kenyatta dynast Muigai -aka Muthamaki, self-consciously poked fun and undermined the auditor General in his lair, the Jaramogi dynast aka Jakom unashamedly has been singing from the same song book as his fellow prince, stung as it were, by the AG's report highlights of the rot in his own backyard, aka The Caliphate in Miguna speak. So Ouko is biased against ODM! ---nitieree sama Agwambo bedoga gi mental blackouts! --senile creep! These royal houses are really parochial clowns! The beleaguered State House was expectedly quick to move in for the kill It is dangerous negligence to contemplate this CURRENT primitive lake elite let loose at the national cookie jar in Nairobi.   NB: Raila's rush to defend Amasong Kingi can be explained by panic and fear. Fear at the reported in-roads Jubilee has been making at Coast. Pwani hitherto has been seen as an ODM bastion, but there have been a spate of cash-orchestrated defections, and Jubilee has reportedly opened the money taps. Kenyan Mpigs being auction material, there goes Jubilee with the loot to Raila's cost. Desperate Raila must then support even the unsupportable. But fear nor panic does not explain the Enigma's 'Big Easy' attitude toward corruption in Luo Nyanza. That is Ouko doing anti-ODM propaganda!? Hmmm. Ker Raila's large appetite for baffoonish sycophants if not a nepotistic network of mediocre courtiers and relatives to fill the commanding heights of the homeland administration can only be explained by personal profit, or I should say 'familial profit' as in a parasitic, predatory but supreme royal house before renaissance or reform, or revolution of course. The debauched aristocracy, incestuous and politically growing ever more fearful of its demise, is engaged in a feeding frenzy. The auditor general riles them deep and raises their temper as he exposes a bit of their perversion and debauchery, and points to the political con-game them royal houses are engaged in, that is leveraging their social capital (control of the psyche of a large sector of their grassroots) for kleptocratic proceeds. -Powerpreneurship.The enigma is not that much of an enigma. There is entrepreneurship, tenderpreneurship, and powerpreneurship. I will check the position the current Luo Ker occupies in Candidate Ngatia's list of the damned to be hanged with guitar strings, live at Uhuru Park by the KRA administration if elected.
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Post by jakaswanga on Nov 28, 2016 23:00:16 GMT 3
RAILA AND THE RIVAL 'KERSHIPS' OF LUOLANDChoose your Joker and say Aye! Ayie! 1. The Luo council of Elders LCE -Ker Opiyo Otondi2. The Luo Supreme National Council of Elders LSNCE -Ker Nyandiko Ongadi3.  ? THE PANTOMIMIC CORONATION OF THE FADING WARRIOR KINGNo hard feelings folks ----(or subjects because this is an anywola thing!)---- at my disrespectful tone at a living god, aka Mahia or The Enigma. As a matter of fact, another warrior King will be coronated in Washington DC, come January 20th. This one at DC, even if himself at the head of a fading empire, will have his fingers caressing buttons which, they say, can trigger the destruction of the world hundreds of times over: a nuclear fireball. Zeus Kronos the god who smitteth from afar with the thunderbolt, give way sir; mortal Kings have amassed powers to surpass those of immortal gods ancient!I watched Hilary Clinton's delayed concession speech to Donald Trump with mixed feelings. It was painful as she put the last nails in her own political coffin. Her seemingly pre-ordained coronation as the first empress of a truly modern global empire was squashed by institutional intrigue, more so as it emerges she actually beat Trump on the popular vote by close to 2 million votes! --God forbid were that to happen, and made public in Africa or anywhere else outside the exceptional USA! All hell would break loose! Rigging! Illegitimate! Usurpation, would be our choice howls were the popular vote-winner be announced the official loser! However, with the Clinton campaign refusing to dissuade Jill Stein's recount and recall campaign on the swing states, it would appear even the USA no longer finds its model a proof of the touted American exceptionalism. But fact remains that painful speech which Hilary could only make after a salvage from a mental implosion- that is why she took so long--- is one some candidates in the forthcoming Kenyan presidential elections will have to make. And it would be nice, and wise of high-expectation warrior Kings to think, forewarned is fore armed. Watch that Hilary video, O Luoland, just in case it is what the fates have in store for thee warrior King. Rigging or no rigging! Here It is a masterpiece in self immolation.  The shill Debbie Wasserman Schultz, simulating a coronation wake. Hilary's own campaign institutionally rigged-out the more popular Bernie Sanders. This swallowing the bitter pill of wrongful defeat, is what maturity looks like; accepting fate, when beaten by the systematic corruption oneself used to quash ones opponents, earlier. The system is more important. That is how empire works. Fair and square victories are confusionist propaganda and sedative mythology in imperial thought. The full spectrum of dirty tricks ala Karl Rove shine through. THE LEGEND ON RAMOGI AJWANG'NB: My dad, the fisherman tyrant with a wicked sense of humour ---bless his paganism which proved beyond Christianity to crack! had the foresight to take me in my youth to the top of the Sacred Mountain, Got Ramogi in Yimbo, for a rendezvous with the combat spirit of the warrior King, General Ramogi Ajwang' II. 'Holy Siaya O Holy Siaya!' the wicked fisherman grinned at me. But by then I was old enough to know holy was a typology he only used for lands whose women he had found hot! I must have told this story on IDEOLOGICAL FAULT LINES LUOLAND. I will trace it, rehash it, because it was such a profound experience in my boyhood. I learnt the penentratve power of mental courage. My dad, an illiterate peasant of a fisherman, didn't scare. He scared at nothing. Gods, warrior Kings, prophets, spirits, rattle snakes, watery deaths in angry seas, he shrugged: 'Boy, if it aint good puszy or good catch of fish, it is just sh!it! The rest is death and that one comes to all man!' Later when I told him I took history and politics seriously. He laughed: 'If you have so much time to waste, boy, better go for money. That way you can buy lots of puszy and pass me some (in my old age when my hunting instincts have gone lazy)!' With that kind father for mentor, tales of warrior Kings in 2016 are just folk tales to be told with the grin of a collective yarn to the amusement of all. Even if the warrior King is Binyamin Netanyahu or Bashir al-Assad and the choice of peace is dead. Now: choose your point of reference, dear reader. Warrior Kings come a dozen a dime these days. Some are called Muthamaki Kenyatta, Samoei Ruto, Al-Sisi M7, KGM ..
it is an epidemic of clowns in Africa. The Luo council of elders taking center stage? but which one? A DISPUTOLOGY two-headed spear, intricately decorated shield and head gear handed in an elaborate ceremony to a warrior king being sent off to liberate a land! Is Otondi's minimalistic theology of 'Jihad' merely the comprador version, or is it the universal, the canonic!? is the (slapstick) crisis at the heart of the Luo council of elders, Kom Ker, a manifestation of a wider social, societal fall-out? That is a topic for Ideological fault lines Luoland. And I am game. But first, a tribute to that old rascal of a father of mine, the late Jakaswanga snr. I never knew I would worship that old rogue in death. But I do. Because he took my mind through fire, forged it, and then let fly. It would make me survive the horrors of twin genocidal wars elsewhere, and when I came back after close to a decade and a half and briefed him, all he did was whistle and say: 'boy, tell me about all the puszies you waded across in the long march across Africa! The politics of it you can do in school boy --you be teaching, No!?' 'Hai Hai dad sir!' I said.
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Post by jakaswanga on Nov 28, 2016 23:26:12 GMT 3
SNIPPETS FROM A LUO ROYAL SOAP
before I start looking back and forth from Ker Claimant to Ker Claimanta and not noticing the difference, can somebody help!?
With such soapy charcters, I wont be surprised should another rival Ker group annoint another warrior King to go liberate the land!
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Post by jakaswanga on Nov 30, 2016 21:23:36 GMT 3
MY BOYHOOD PILGRIMAGE TO GOT RAMOGI YIMBO REVISITED
I feel like one hell of a huge god-amn lucky son of a b!tch! I read with thrill how Agwambo became fortified at the shrine of Ramogi, so as to face the electoral battle with Jubilee for the Kenyan presidency!
I asked myself: what would Niccolo Machiavelli find of this gimmick!? He joins Kenyatta's boy to trash the auditor general after this reveals massive fraud in counties loyal to him, and he goes to invoke the the spirit of General Ramogi!?
The comprador think any cultural symbol is just another use and discard they can prostitute, much like they prostitiute themselves to international interests unabated! ---O noo, Okot P Bitek nokwera chon, joke with culture, you wil be like swallowing an agitated scorpion! Perhaps that is why too, master propandist Goebbels would reach for his gun at the mere mention of the word culture!
Now something about my far-sighted dad.
My father, the last pagan I would call him due to his, mildy said, rejectionist attitude toward the twin deities of the brown and white people -that is the way he referred to Mohammed and Jesus, had the presence of mind to ritualise me in the cult of Ramogi. I am therefore unfazed by gospels according to pretender seers like Ker Willis Otondi. This is a Ker who was furtively crowned in a Sugar Motel, far away from the people, like Othayaman Kibaki in his PEV-precipitating innauguration. Otondi cut the picture of a toy as if he were a parody of the last emperor of China, Pu Yi, in a Manchurian hideout --a domesticated sovereign of a plaything to Japanese lords at their majesty's service, a puppet of a foreign interests minded to dismember China forever.
A communist party inquisitor would later loose his temper and go all sarcastic on the last emperor: 'O emperor Pu Yi son of heaven sir! Did you know you gave your brother, Hirohito the son of the Sun of Japan, the full mandate for Japanese doctors to conduct any manner of medical experiments on the Chinese people! -this is your signature thereto! were you an opium addict when you signed this -O Pu Yi son of Heaven!'
But Pu Yi, born into ritual, centuries and milenia of ritual like an ant in anthill, was a man who had never made any decision in his life that he could remember. He did not even know what a decision was in the first place, let alone being able to decide to grant imperial Japan the exclusive rights to use the Chinese people as medical guinea pigs!
Bud I digress, here is how my pagan daddy fortified me against sons of heavens, sons of suns or planets, or, for that matter, Ker Luos who for a short bribe as low as a dime will invent liturgy for political charlatanism!
I had my dad as the ritual priest conducting me through the rituals of the Ramogi cult, in effect impelling upon me that, for we the real people of the lake, the Ramogi cult is of pre-eminence to and above the twin mental colonial cults of Jesus and Mohammed.
When our history teacher later asked us: boys, did you know religion, any religion is pure supersitition!? I recognised my dad the pagan was no ordinary mind. When I later clocked Amilcar Cabral on culture and mental liberation from colonial ideology, I went back for a boat trip with my dad and pledged: 'you got some very powerful minds fighting your corner, pagan!'
My dad was not impressed; ''boy, if you aint gonna tell me about puszy, and the songs they sing when awash with motion and oil and heat, just shut the f.uck up and watch the waves!'
-Hi Hi dad sir!
'Those ripples which start, they soon be waves. My nose smells the winds changing guards from afar. The boat sails smoothly for now, but soon and then suddenly a chasm will appear. That is a first warning many a rolling bolder is on the way. Rev it up bo-oy, rev it up!''
Hi Hi dad sir!
There is more where that came from. Fathers and sons.
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Post by jakaswanga on Dec 10, 2016 10:20:41 GMT 3
OPIYO WANDAYI'S NEGATIVE EVOLUTION, TOWARD A DEAD-ENDThere is a concept called suffrage. Then there is universal ADULT suffrage. It is the peak of the political evolution in voting eligibility. (There was an epoch where only the MALE ADULT nobility voted; another in which only the male and female adult nobility voted; another in which only the male adult population voted, and in modern times, in racially mixed societies, the exclusion of blacks of whatever sex and age is well documented. The evolution toward participatory INCLUSIVITY ends with the defeat of official apartheid, in the act of the crowning of Nelson Mandela as the most evolved human form, nearly a god. His achievement? Universal ADULT human suffrage at the booth! Not everybody has heard the news though. Many Muslim countries, fundamentalist Talibhan or not, are yet to arrive. And not everybody who has heard the good news is pleased. Israel defining herself as a Jewish state with an Arab minority topping 20% and rising is playing deaf. Some recent arrivals, principalities like where yours truly comes from, are so traumatised by this modernisation of 'one man one vote', they plot a dash back to the era of darkness. They rather a caliphate to a modern republic. That is where Opiyo Wandayi enters the picture as a sort of shrunken head, amateur and nostalgic ideologue. Negative or reverse evolution is a retardation, that is the re-appearance of primitive traits long thought extinct, or at least permanently dormant. It is also commonly known as recidivism or atavism I think. (Mao Zedong was ideologically paranoid his peasants were ever on the verge of backsliding in consciousness to feudal modes, so he authored the nightmarish theory of permanent revolution!) But before that, I have a tale to tell at length. THE CALL FOR A NEGOTIATED DEMOCRACY IN LUO NYANZAThe ODM party in Luo Nyanza, as fronted by the said Ugunjaman Opiyo Wandayi, is on course to a massive mental concussion, if not an outright intellectual implosion. The archaic, corruptible, compromised and intrigue-prone party structures and processes, especially those to do with nominations or primaries, can not manage the frenzied competition amongst candidates, more so those for gunning for governorships. Yeah, it is understood the party (nomination) certificate guarantees the seat in this ODM total zone. Howbeit tensions between aspirants and incumbents are ripping the party apart. There is a mini civil war on; candidates are resorting to extra-party methods (thuggery) to have themselves heard. The governorship is the high seat on the gravy train. Many will do anything to clinch it. There is a panic mode. VIOLENCE AND UNEMPLOYMENT, Men in black aside, what are the economic prospects of African youth hearing Africa is rising while their own lives are projected destitution? The (idle?) youth of Nyanza have smelt the coffee just like their counterparts elsewhere in the republic. For a fee they can be hired ---in true lumpem mercenary propensity---- to showcase an array of disruptive behaviour. We call it facilitation. Some will remember Raila's heckling and car-stoning the other day in Mumias, the latest episode that is, because there is an earlier on. Here is a hint of that first act. RAILA'S CAR STONED IN MUMIAS  This latest act or mayhem was organised by the same Benjamin Washiali, one of the area (Mumias East) Mpigs, but he slept on a large chunk of the money he had squeezed from Jubilee headquarters to facilitate the youth in their anti-Raila antics. Subsequently he had to flee his home while his chief sidekick (Rashid) can only travel the area under police escort as irate youth promise to teach them a lesson for cheating them off their fair but still decrepit share. NB: This Mpig Washiali is a member of the agricultural committee in parliament, and his performance when the KPMG accounting report on Mumias came up, at a time when fellow Mulembe Budalang'i Namwamba was chairing PAC, leaves a lot to be desired when the topic is the interests of Sugarcane growers! They duo was pure dung. Or as they say, they were facilitated to declare the audit trash, and follow up the case not. (like Alfred Mutua on the Kroll report of yonder!) RESTIVE YOUTH GALORE Meanwhile there is another story emerging from Garissa in which URP heavyweights Aden Duale and DP Willam Ruto could not buy the silence of a section of the youth from that area. Angry at continued police harassment of Somalis in security crack downs, enraged at the documented extra-judicial killing of coastal Muslim youth, the unruly crowd even drove an uncanny point home by shouting the name of Mombasa ODM governor, Kaunga JOHO, to the consternation of Jubilee Kingpins. The Garissa youth could have been 'facilitated' or not; in any case blame games and name calling are rife in the aftermath. We recall ex ODM General Ababu Namwamba was also caught red-handed 'facilitating' youth toward selective hooliganism in Budalang'i when the ODM party came calling after he quit. The youth are apparently more than ready to be used for a fee. And politicians have the need. It is a hot marriage of convenience, and can only get tighter with election fever heightening. I am just saying there is a lot of coffee to smell for the youth, and it is the politicians brewing. The natural evolutionary pathway of this process is the consolidation into gangs, rival gangs. Nyanza youth and politicians are not left behind. But some forms of intimidation can be very nasty. Gang rape threats for women candidates for instance. In my 'ethnic' Homa Bay, the most fanatic supporters of Opondo Kaluma have not been amused by sister Gladys Wanga's innuendoistic humour, indulged in Parliament the other day. The nominated female Mpig, no love lost for a brother, giggled with girlishly mischief and professed to be much flabbergasted at the man's lack of energy. This was after a famous fight at Homa Bay stadium between the aspirant Ogaga and the incumbent Opondo ended in
. well, every side is putting on a positive spin to that end! That is my Homa Bay. The truth is these supporters are not paid for the occasion, they are just passionate about their man, or woman, for make no mistake, Gladys Wanga too has her base. But for others she overstepped the boundaries of decency with her false-bottomed parliamentary ridicule of Opondo. It has elicited threats of a forced 'gangbang' with cannabis-energised studs. So to write off her nymphomanic deficits if any. But that is a by the way. Like talking about socialite bimbos in a serious debate about the future of Nairobi county. The point to ponder hard, is that in the absence of a long-term vision and articulated national far sight, local politics retard into clanishness and the other tunnel visions so perfected in the Somalian quagmire, just like national politics collapse into a sectarian,nepotistic and 'tribal' affair! Our turn to eat. THE EMERGENCE OF THE GUBERNATORIAL SEAT AS THE THRONE OF CEASAR As all prominent politicians in Nyanza go local pivot, their big eyes fixed on the gubernatorial seats, Amollo Tinga's national obsession ---to wrestle the presidency of Kenya from the Kenyatta clan---- which has been projected as the Luo national aspiration in a hitherto highly successful propaganda pitch, threatens to fade into a distant battle of no concern to the local politicians, themselves engaged in a do-or-die battle to control county resources. This battle to be the local paramount, the county CEO, consumes all weapons and efforts of the best foot soldiers Agwambo can marshal from his Nyanza base, to serve his higher goal. This political introversion, this about-turn in priorities from the national to the local, is of course a consequence of the revelation that, in the wake of devolution, the governorship is the cookie-jar, and the governor the new kid in the RISAF. A King. The result has been a mass stampede of the thirsty herd, to the eclipse of all else. This situation has spooked courtiers to greyness and they have found a spokesman in the person of Opiyo Wandayi. The competition is so fierce the court is no longer in control of the situation. And it is obvious any attempts to rig in a favourite like was done against Oduol in Siaya the other time, will this time lead to an explosion beyond damage control. The court therefore can not auction seats in advance and, citing a higher goal, expect to get away with the impunity of it all, as has been the case: it is all to capture Ikulu for our son. Stop whining over a rig here, a rig there! It is a necessary sacrifice. NEGOTIATED DEMOCRACY AS THE NEW GIMMICK. How can the court impose her choices without a mass backlash? This is the political problem which has to be solved. 1.A. The masses need to be depoliticised. They have to surrender their hard-won right to choose for themselves. They have to accept, the King knows best, and has their best interests at heart. KANU at her height in power ... in her version of negotiated democracy just used to bar people, people like George Anyona, Jaramogi Odinga ..... Opiyo Wandayi wants to put universal adult suffrage back in the historical freezer, merely because his party is incapable of authoring a platform for a free and fair nomination process. Instead of coming up with a democratic methodology of conflict resolution, instead of a credible meritocratic and modern pre-qualification process whose result would bind by transparency, the ODM official is spooked by the possible consequences of an expected compromised process, such that he looses his renaissance wits. And atavism cralws to the surface. He becomes a patronising piece of sh!thead who needs to lead sheep! THE TRUTH ABOUT APARTHEID, THE ILLUSION OF WHITE SUPREMACYWhy did the apartheid regime in South Africa (and of course the American south too) exclude blacks from the electoral process? Ach, they reasoned like, blacks are like children you know. They are not yet ripe in the head, another one hundred years may be. They need the PERMANENT GUIDANCE of the whiteman in public, in private, in both affairs of State and the economy. Decisions on who to lead the land or themselves can not be left to them. And so it was that Mandela who could have been president in 1964, had to cool his heels for 30 years in jail ---getting ripe in the head I guess! The monopoly party of Luoland is now telling the electorate, shut up sheep, go to graze and amuse yourselves with ahangla, leave the decisions of who leads you to us who know best, your interests. Imagine yawa! Woe, woe be a people whose leaders think such thoughts in the 21st century. Woe be such a people, for surely less than sheep of no minds to be made up for them they be! --O dear, let us continue to ride turbo charge to the bottom of civilisation. NB: Did Miguna Miguna one time decry the mediocrity of the Odinga caliphate? And did we exorcise him!? If we did, it is a symptom of the cult of intellectual death we have surrendered to. Guided democracy by an elite too primitive to understand the clear auditor general's reports? (they have joined Uhuru Kenyatta in ridiculing Ouko! That is another symptom of ODM brain death!) I couldn't resist pulling my brother's leg: I said, imagine brother John Mbadi of the NYS crumbs were finance minister, would he not pull a Henry Rotich on a Muchere at the devolution ministry? Just like Agwambo pulled an Uhuru Kenyatta on Auditor General Ouko!? My brother responded: 'omera, adwa yanyo pier meru ni otow kabisa, to adogo aparra ni in gi an ne waa e pier achiel!' (were it not that we came from the same womb, lyrical would I wax as to how rotten be the womb that brought thee forth!) it did not sound like a denial of my pitch to me! So I grinned at the son of my mother, produced a bottle of local scotch and said, lets go to dad's grave and have a family drink! (before my dad died, the pagan dictated me into always remembering to libate his grave stone, lest in his thirst he come back for my wife's precious puszy!) But that is a story for another day!
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Post by jakaswanga on Dec 26, 2016 15:38:12 GMT 3
OF PARTIES, LIKE WHEN CLEOPATRA LOST AT ACTIUM(CONTOURS OF MY LUO PIVOT: OR IS IT LIKE THE VILLAGE OF SIMBI PARTYING WHILE THE STORMS GATHER?) The further back you go, the farther forward you can see --Winston Churchill. RECAP: It is considered one of the most decisive episodes in Roman and Egyptian history. The naval battle at Actium, 31BC. In its aftermath, Egypt degraded to a province of Rome, and her famous treasures nothing but loot and booty to pay off Roman imperial debts and enrich the Roman elite. The drama then, given the common people in Rome Proper and the new provinces remained feudal slaves regardles, is how the defeated aristocracy and royal line behaved in the aftermath of their historic sink. How did they handle this loss of face? How did they, in their rout, put up a pretence to the people they were still the masters of the earth, aristocrats by divine mandate? They did not get much of a chance. The victorious Roman emperor Octavian was not a politician into deals which could be qualified as shows of 'magnanimity in victory'. He took no prisoners. After Cleopatra and the renegade, love-sick Antony had committed their famous suicides, one by a famous sword the other by an even more famous asp, Octavian neutralised the next threat by impaling him whole length on a long sword. This was Caesarion, the son of Cleopatra and Julius Caesar, and therefore his blood cousin, and, importantly, rival for the Unity crown of all Rome and Egypt. This unity at par had been Cleopatra's dream. It was a dream which had tantalised, then swallowed Julius's being, and, imagine, the famous Roman General never had a deficit in megalomania. --There! Well, Cleopatra's dream would come to be, but not as a merger of two equal empires into a unipolar world power, nay, contrary to her whims, Egypt would be annexed and swallowed up as a colony of Rome, until Rome itself died of its own internal debauchery. That end of Egypt was effected at 31BC. Very far away. Howbeit as late as 1960, two millennia later, the fortunes of Egypt have not changed. She is still a plaything for one or other European power, however minor. Egypt is sold and passed around like a Natascha, an indebted slavic girl sold and passed around the brothels of the Balkans for sadistic use to death in snuff movies. And as later as 2016, an even greater buffoon than the incest-product Cleopatra, the neurotic Abdel-Gamal- al-Sisi, was the vassal in charge of the protectorate Egypt. And before him had been the long tenure of the prefect Hosni Mubarak, an American asset. And so continues the endless sad tale of badly-led Egypt through the centuries, Natascha through the brothels.   Lessons if ever there were any to learn, do no get more powerful than that. The mighty Pharaoh legacy, from divinity to permanent dust. From a virgin to every beasts' urinal pit. That is what bad leadership breeds. Which brings me to A FESTIVAL IN LUOLAND, 18th-21 dec 2016, The former chairman of our debating club --see footnote-- was back in Nyanza, or should I say Kenya. He had gone on a tour of duty across the southern border, but the lucrative contract was coming to an end. Earlier on, our venture to South Sudan had failed as the new LWO republic imploded in a sectarian and, like Somalia, primitive clan warfare. The twin warlord houses of Kiir and Machar, like re-incarnations of the siblings Opir and Dipir, re-enacting an ancient feud and fury, precipitated an orgy of throat slitting and belly disembowelling at rank with any modern atrocity at war. It is a long story, but the short of it is Uhuru Kenyatta Akhbar, since the royal commander in chief ordered the KDF to organise an evacuation, thus our intellectual hero made the airlift back to our shores. And we praises the lord, with much comely thoughts, this very Christmas season. As the now annual ritual of the cultural festival loomed, another former member of the debating club demanded those of us from Homa Bay avail hospitality too, for all ex members from far and wide, so they could go to work. The members of this club being teachers, they are of course at the mercy of TSC transfers which, like the famous auctions at slave markets at Bagamoyo or Boston USA, broke up families to indulge their own pedophilic secret algorithms of profit.  Families were ritually, ruthlessly ripped apart at slave auctions.  Continued. But keep this footnote in mind. CONTOURS OF MY LUO PIVOT. |
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Post by jakaswanga on Dec 26, 2016 16:15:08 GMT 3
continued. THE HOMA BAY PINY-LUO CULTURAL AND TOURISM EXTRAVAGANZAHow would a prostitute worry about who is paying the bill or why? isn't it obvious? But the Fiscus, ever scared of bankruptcy, waste and receivership, must always spend sleepless nights on the figures even as the party rages in glee like there is no tomorrow --Ojwaka Japap-Onditi). First day of the festival I was not available neither for academic duty nor lazy loiter. My brother, an ODM-man, hired me for bodyguard, given the volatility of the hosting county. There is no neutrality in Homa Bay, there are rival camps and one must align, and even if non-aligned, ones alignment will be apportioned by the others, and his head be clobbered or defended accordingly. The son of my mother needed me, and I was sport. But there was only merry in the air. The good lords do work miracles. so Like old Kingston Jamaica on Fridays when the drug-gangs kept their hands off triggers and lay low to allow for sound-system street paries (which became world famous) to proceed peacefully all night long, the rival -- ninja and cobra--- camps of Brother Opondo Kaluma and Sister Gladys Wanga honoured the parley for the week of peace. Ahmen.  A typical Jamaica sound system for a street party.  So too did the primed --salafist and  abolitionist--- camps of Incumbent Awiti and Challenger Magwanga and so-on and so-on join the general truce, making it a universal parley. NB: During the war in Bosnia Hercegovina in the middle of medieval Europe, I heard the battlemen had Christmas truces, Id-il-Fitr truces and Ramadan truces and, as I later learnt from a Nigerian UN-man, the secular pu-ssy exchange ceasefires. This last because, for a handsome profit, all sides were trafficking women to supply the brothels serving United Nations personnel stationed safely in neighbouring principalities. Oh? is it the 17-somethings, or BC Europe? or Tippu Tipp's Bagamoyo of yesterday? Aaaah, war is, after all, business by other means! NB: (The Nigerian delivered his point subtly as I pretended innocence and Kenyan moral superiority. 'The Christian Kenyan army you know, fighting Muslim terrorists,' he said with the mock of a sporty lecturer at a naughty student who, from the clandestine lover of his father, wants to know how semen tastes, 'there are rumours they are kidnapping Somali virgins and trafficking them to the middle east for very handsome profits at the auctions. You never heard?' 'No, I never heard,' I lied, putting on the disbelieving shock on the face of a fading adolescent who has come to boast to his peers about being the first to kiss the hottest cheergirl, only to be informed she kissed him right after she sucked them all to the last drop, 'of late it is the Nigerians running child trafficking rings all round West Africa and to Europe I heard!' And so this footnote from the Nigerian to jog my memory. Yap, like you, I never heard. Never been tricked into sucking tongue just moments after it had sucked some stranger to the last drop! I suppose if war is business, so is love.  But that was a by the way. Back home at the revelry, The danger deemed absent, my brother discharged me from duty; and like a tortoise thrown into the waters, I dived deep into the cultural fiesta to drench my senses to saturation. I was on the look-out for stuff really new to me. I kept Okot P'Bitek and Amilcar Cabral in mind as far as cultural politics go. Walking with my mind open and my eyes wide, it was in performances by groups of old women where I had my worst shocks. Ancient Luo (oral) arts depicting days when humans talked to animals were on show. After fattening a goat or hog for a party, like a wedding ceremony or a funeral rite, and developing a family bond all that time, how does one turn to slaughter the animal without a thought? This breaking of intimacy seems to have been a severe problem, or was anticipated to become, to the extent ancient Luo culture was forced to author a ritual of dissociation to help those who may grow too attached to their livestock, exceedingly greater far to the extent of replicating a human-to-human-like emotional adoption. There was a woman who specialised in (oral theatrical depiction of) this (necessary Judas kiss) rite! And she had a scorpion sting in the tale. Which is the cultural point may be. -She said these days, even between human beings there is no attachment. Not even that of hate! Women are like public service vehicles which do not bother to know who climbs on, so long they pay THE OWNER MANAMBA! for the ride. And Michuki rules or not, there is always room for an extra. Human hearts have become
Twin rocks lying side by side
Daily without any show of emotion
Even hate their hearts are bereft of!
these are expansive and ever accomodating
ever yawning like the depths of the deep sea This last claim -----to the emergence of rockhard hearts beyond emotions even hate---- looked a problem as big enough as the aforemention one of human over attachment to non human things, methought! (searching for cultural hints to its solution became quite a hunt!) Continued |
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Post by jakaswanga on Dec 31, 2016 17:28:05 GMT 3
FINIS POST: A CULTURAL FESTIVAL IN LUOLAND If Raila Odinga was embarassed at the spilling over of the Kaluma and Ogaga rivalry into an open wrestling fight between the two dons right at his feet, Jubilee supremo Uhuru Kenyatta too was having his troops urinating all over his feet in Thika. Ngang'a, Wainaina, Mburu and the gangs loyal to them weren't giving an inch. www.standardmedia.co.ke/article/2000227715/uhuru-s-thika-visit-overshadowed-by-political-supremacy-sideshows But luckily for me in Homa Bay my brother did not need me for the days. Raila had threatened to KUNO. Kuno? That is a variation of the kind of thing Mahatma Gandhi did to enforce a Hindu-Muslim ceasefire! Thus freed, the ceasfire holding, I went to loiter and indulge other senses. THE MOCKING DEPTHS OF DAILY CULTURE!Thereafter, barely two hours after my discharge and an hour after I had linked with the two founding members of the debating club, we were hit by a perfect storm. It came just as I was in the middle of a carefree joke, that we mates, while the party was still fresh, should mind the old adage about the fortunes of the early bird, there to change our priorities and scour around for choice, trophy mpango wa kandos, lest we become scavengers on the last day. O yeah, howbeit chance dips into culture did sink all our merry thoughts. And merry thoughts we was having a-plenty. In part we were cheered on by that intense, ubiquitous sense of ultimate fun which, together with the tingling if intimidating displays of brashness so much the first nature of Luo ladies at a party, so charges the air our musicians breathe, so much so that they willingly take trips of no return to the land of erotical mystique. There are they reduced eternal to slaves of love crooning stuff profane to the church. This hedonism is called NYADHI, and it is the bane of we, the people of the lake, tongue in cheek spoken. We know like no other, how to tease, coax and incite ourselves into taking delight in our stuff, all the way unto the realms of pure debauchery! We are a party people! In bed too, and it is an open secret that, whenever they hear their men use the kerher word in a derogatory sense, the women from those nations whose men ever disparage us as uncut boys, have tremendous flushes of juicy reminiscence, reliving the day they felt their womanhood finally discovered, finally understood and unlocked as they achieved delirium, all by the tenacious fury of 'uncut boy bulls' practicing their terrible culture of NYADHI, --taking delight in stuff every which way inside!And while we are at it, O yeah, don't we even take delight in throwing stones? whether Gor Mahia looses or wins, this delightful activity must be indulged. No two ways about it. Howbeit with much Nyadhi I do now write all these! Here is an ahangla remix of the legendary KANONGE feat by Dr. Abuya. The original was a celebration of hedonism with a touch of regret. Had I disobeyed my d.ick and stayed away from bar-girls who ever lead men astray
My fortunes would have stayed intact; whatever car and building would I now own tall.
The guitar is a cursed instrument, faida yake ni pombe, bibi yake warembo, no profit at all!
So warns popular culture! Not that many will take heed anyway.You see, for instance, Homa Bay is near nest Subaland, and from this nest arise daughters of the lake much famous for 'being with', that will say shapes 'God curved with all his heart in it!' - (Bengha Rumba maestro Musa Juma speaking in Orchestra Limpopo); and on a day like this, Ouma Omore --The Happyman--- Tisa couldn't be wrong in this pitch: ' they know how to walk that walk that rivets the eye, even of the pious pastor! and the whole day the holy man shall farther spend in confusion, confessing and reliving sinful delight!' (giwuotho wuoth moro kanyo ma-kende, wang'a gitueye e siandagi tete, padri ti olamre kokwayo werwok didi!? odiechien'g thuolo modon'g nyaka onindi!) and 'when they look at you to speak they speak smiling words which say God has thought of you this day!' (quoting Ombalo wuod gi Mbala Jagita ma Jambita). And Ajossy Jabondo, another Bengaman smitten totally berserk, has this to say. Subaland is far, far at the end of the world;
but I will swim all the world's Oceans,
fly all the world's spaces to visit this place
there to set my eyes on the beguiling women.
Their beauty is strange like the tweng of their tongues
And it is a miracle I must behold O Luo I must behold
Before the sun sets on my eyes some day as it sure will!(Ka aseneno nyar Suba, to koro ok rach kata ka atho, nikech koro atho ka amor maber; nikech machielo onge ma anane moloyo mano, nyar Suba e hera!) Behind the scenes then, the nymphetes from Subaland were the ' agadi-nwayi' of the festival. (Some will remember the Igbo legend told by the master griot Chinua Achebe. Agadi nwayi was, apart from a deterrent the equivalent of a nuclear arsenal, also the name of the medicinal portion brewed by an old one-legged Sangoma and sprinkled at a site to be a market place, Umuike. It was what drove people to the market place as a magical fan was waved to beckon; so thick and dense was the multitude, such that a grain of sand from the heavens couldn't penetrate through to the ground!) Well, Umuike-thick as the crowds were, and doing our best to design a pathway through the torrential flow of multi-minded human current, we chanced across a troupe of acoustic endeavours. It was a dance and a music sort I had never seen before, but I instinctively recognised its refrain as a kind of fish dance. It was satire, it was mocking, but the message was a bull's eye this day. Ni yawa uber? -waber!
kendo umor? -wamor!
kendo uyie? -wayie!
(Nang'o? -Ni Migingo Kidi akida cha, ber odhi adhiya!) And then a celebrative and drunken dance of what mischievously looked like the major Kenyan presidential candidates performing as belly-dancers erotically competing to gain the interest of a throned CowKing suspiciously looking like the Ankole Longhorn Kaguta!This was a party pooper served with good cheek and cheer, but nevertheless a downer. We retreated to vintage positions to monitor the reaction of revellers. Did this register? Did it cut deep? Like this scene the quick gist of it was this So, people of the lake, are you happy --yes we are
And all is well and feel good --In deed!
And full hearted you agree? --yes we do!
(That!? --Migingo is a mere rock and good riddance!)Then the hornblower did his jig as the troupe declared this cultural festival was another one in the series of parties celebrating the blessed good riddance! And then another careful hint, with a wink at our new culture too. 'Jowa moko manyien ing'eni nyombo ataro!' -----In the latest addition, the new Luo subtribe called Wahindi pay dowry to the home of the man who relieves the home of the eligible girls. So Migingo could be the dowry paid to Museveni to rid us of our excess you know ...)
It was a stunner! It shocked some people more than it amused them. It disturbed some of them enough to seek a stop. Advanced people say censorship in such a situation. 'Faak!' The man from Ugenya cried! Actually he originally hails from Buholo where one of the greatest benga drummers of all time was born, and he researches talking drums in his hobby time. That drummer is none other than Oyona 'Boye' wuod Onyango who until his untimely demise---- was the kick behind Dr. Collela Mazee's guitar in Victoria Kings B. NB: Oyona's artistic battle with Omoyo Sherry Moja Ukwala ---aka Wich Mbuta Otamo Joramba gweno, is the stuff of legend in Bengaland. Omoya had no time for rawhide drums and sought to impose metallic drumsets as the benga standard, and he had magical arms and feet for it. His performance in Isabellah Muga, composed by Mwalimu Owino Jashirati (aka DO7 gari ochayo Thim wuod Adongo), was meant to end the argument. But the artistic argument lingers, even if drumsets have become omnipresent due to their all-weather friendliness. 'Faak!' I responded. Suddenly this festivity reminds me of the distraction Queen Cleopatra organised with her Roman consort Marcus after they lost the battle at Actium. They ordered Alexandria to prepare for a massive feast to mark a great naval victory! 'Imagine the level of cynicism in the hearts of clerks who knew this was a sham victory'! And some seers must surely have recognised the incestuous Ptolemaic Egypt was dead forever.') But the former chair had another one too. He told us that recently the stale and incapable Mahmoud Abbas, head of Fatah , the PLO
. .. and thus the insane Palestinian Authority headquartered at occupied Ramallah, held a conference after many years, to elect new cronies to the heights of the corrupt kartel he runs. 'Old Abbas was out to ensure and secure a nepotistic succession should something happen to him, seeing his age', Our chair lectured without looking anywhere in particular. We knew the old goat enough to read him blind, our chair I mean.  November 28, 2016. Under pressure from critics at home and abroad, Mr. Abbas, president of the Palestinian Authority, orchestrated his re-election as leader of Fatah.After the motions, there was a big party in Ramallah as the PA elite made merry deep into the night. Occupation force Israel much pleased no doubt! The Ugenyaman who studies talking drums grinned at us after I had voiced the silent thought of the chair, seeking clarification if he thought he could already decipher intimations of such designs in the Raila succession, victory or no victory in 2017. Crunch this angel too he encouraged. 'Did you guys know I also diversified into jingles (gara!), and for a fee I can decipher this shaker's performance!?''Agonu gagi! e gara!' is how he put it! And so I promised him single malt deep from Alego where they still claim to posses a club which once belonged to the great Ramogi. In exchange he would become an oracle, further pooping on the party by pointing toward Got Huma and wondering about the relevance of this cultural situation to the Simbi legend! Culture! Even an innocent joke starts to disturb! Reach for your guns like Goebbels! NB: It is not officially stated what the great Ramogi used the alego-club for, but there are rumours of course. Just like there are rumours that the celibacy clause in the catholic church for priests is openly laughed at the Vatican, the excommunication of the lost Borgia pope, sorry, Alexander VI Mlingo now withstanding! –------ footnote: Toward a cultural take on a forced prostitute's debt bondage as a micro-economiscopic illustration of debt servitude planned by the IMF. But that is for Patrick Njoroge to ponder! Meanwhile awewu kod Odos mahiach SubaNB: I said the argument between Oyona and Omoya lingers. Notice anything in the Odos drummer? any echoes of Oyona? |
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Post by jakaswanga on Jan 25, 2017 21:03:06 GMT 3
ANOTHER INSTALMENT IN A RUNNING DOMESTIC!  Oh No, you do not have to, it will be done by the heavyweights themselves!  Earlier on, an altercation with hospital consequences.  They seriously need to bond. These are free lunches, and then there is a saying about that! what gives? |
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Post by jakaswanga on Jan 25, 2017 21:19:10 GMT 3
www.kenyaengineer.co.ke/2016-05-27-10-44-22/political-engineering/item/2094-why-a-kes-76-million-water-hyacinth-harvesting-machine-may-cure-lake-victoria-s-curse How about a trip down the memory lane? That is the hycinth blues. But wait until we adjoin Madame-R and waste processing. But if Africa was once upon a time the whiteman's burden of which the whiteman has now been relieved by the Chinese, my Luo Nyanza has relapsed, having suffered some tropical condition. We became again a whiteman's burden after growing hoarse in the 1950s' yelling UHURU NA KENYATTA, away with WABEBERU! Again, back to 2013 Okay, that the Africans and their Asian saviours have failed, back to 1901 Port Florence again: it is a whiteman's burden! It is lake Viktoria after all! let them save it! they named it after their Queen! That is the price of vermin at the top! --No such thing as a free ride I guess! I heard Khomein said to make peace with Saddam's Iraq, it was like swallowing poison. Hmm, president Jack Runguma of Kisumo, I would pump the fatal hemlock into your belly with a firebrigade hose! --Onywogo!
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Post by jakaswanga on Feb 9, 2017 22:04:35 GMT 3
THE CHRONICLES OF A RUBBISH SOLUTION
Professor Peter Baba Lupita Anyang' Nyong'o and incumbent county boss Jack Nyanunga Ranguma are vying for the Lordship over the rubbish pit called Kisumu. The other day Cameroun beat Egypt in the African cup of Nations, but this continental show comes to Kenya next time, I read, Kisumu city will be bypassed as host. The reason would be amazing to foreigners: It officially reads: Kisumu city stadium has an open-air DUMPING SITE WITHIN the stadium precincts!
Now, imagine being a Kisumu Luo filled of much self-importance like yours truly and, having introduced yourself in some dreary African capital as hailing from the African Geneva aka Kisumo Luo Nyanza, find yourself the object of expensive ridicule and spicy smegma. 'You come from a city where they have a dumping pit inside the stadium and you want to host a world tournament!? Black plague you will infect us with! Away with thee, sewer rat!'
Sewer rat! Ei, sewer rat! ondoyo e ther guok mane man-gi nyach momiyo iluogo Jaluo oyiech brain is in the toilet!? --who runs this sewer belt called Kisumu which has became the Luo shame of Africa?
Omera Ranguma, Omera Nyong'o, if you do not have the honour of Oedipus to blind yourselvs and exile yourselves to the land of the Afterlife, you should be forcefully expelled from life under the sun.
A random look at a rubbish solution.
A few days later.
Not for lack of trying.
And then this at th end of 2016. Yawa! Loch rombe ok ruenyre!
Moni ji kaw kura! Thoo!
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Post by jakaswanga on Mar 21, 2017 21:25:20 GMT 3
THE FINANCIAL RAPE OF LUO NYANZA BY THE ODM VERMIN, STATION HOMA BAY
There are a lot of negative things Eduard Ouko is, but the Auditor General has the knack of getting his Audit sums right. This is why he must go. Such levels of competence are too uncomfortable for Kenya! (Later shall I wax much lyrical at how deep state intrigants like Joseph Kinyua, the rotten Prime Minister of Kenya, are burning the midnight oil to have us see the back of the book-keeping wizard. But today, my gaze is ablaze on the my very hometurf.
Messrs. Opondo Kaluma and Gladys Wanga are a pair of highly articulate Homa Bay politicians ever feuding over this or that triviality, and on the national stage too, the are a riot act; not to mention sister Amillo GesaGesa, aka The Mouth (Dhok Tung Dhano!). Howbeit at home, in Homa Bay county, you wouldn't guess they are accomplices in one of the most bestial county regimes in the land! --creeps!
Yes, to imagine Homa Bay county boasts Rusinga Island where the remains of Tom Mboya Ndiege are interned, is to recognise, in the light of the extraordinary competence of Mboya in public office, the sink and stink of the backward lurch of the pendulum of history. When fire begets ash.
Here below is a tip of how where Kaluma and Wanga come from, operates!
Yap! Down the line is a date with reality check!
Awiti has mentally collapsed, left on his own, all his education and experience have evaporated! He has degenerated and passed out of civilisation, like some Kurt in the heart of darkness, or that other guy in Apocalypse now!
But Agwambo the enigma too is but a brain dead zombie in a comical, surreal act of simulated half life.
Haya, wasting limited resources is sowing pain for the future generations.
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Post by jakaswanga on Apr 2, 2017 17:46:00 GMT 3
JEROEN'S SHARP KICK TO AN OPEN WOUND, COMING TO A COUNTY NEAR ME? A few days ago, toward the last week of March 2017, the outgoing chairman of the Eurogroup, outgoing (thus interim) Dutch minister of finance Joroen Dijsselbloem, gave an interview to a German media outlet, Frankfurter Allgemeine Zeitung. He ventured coded stuff which has caused quite some commotion. He reportedly snorted his nose, that the Southern Countries (aka the Siestazone) had borrowed lots of money ostensibly for good causes, but once the money was in their hands, PIIGS that they are, their oversexed Mediterranean nature overwhelmed their better senses. They spent the money on delicacies like booze and birds, but when the creditors came calling, PAY UP! they turned into shameless beggars, thinking aid, bail-outs and debt write-offs are their birthrights! That is when 'solidarity flies out of the window for me!' the pro-German austerity Dutchman fumed. There may be other sanitized versions in as many self-respecting English papers! But there is this Italian cartoon which is as tasteless as the subject is tasteful: A well-proportioned belle lies spread out on a mattress of Euros. The room is awash with exclusive vintage drinks. She is rubbed in Champaign, caviar, yoghurt ..... say all the chummy goodies a man given to seedy self-indulgence can lick off any part of an offering hottie. Long tongues issue out of the faces of Crisis-peak Prime Ministers from the South; they are all over her, lapping her up, slurping yummy yummy and backslapping each other in excess if orgiastic camaraderie, but, howbeit, the places they have cleaned up on her body reveal the tattoo DEBT, all over, in a geometric progression! Jerome Dijsselbloem is in the doorway, a party gatecrusher, his c.ock misshaping his underwear into a tent, his face a contortion of disgust and pure lust! The 'meal' coaxes him with a tongue-out, open mouth inviting look!The good times before the bad times! Anyway The roof has literally come down. Current PortuguesE premier, Antonio Costa, declared the Dutchaman's remarks racist, xenophobic and sexist and demanded he resign forthwith from his chairmanship of the Eurogroup. The leader of the Social Democrats in the Europarliament, Italian Giani Pitella, loudly asked everyone around if the cranckpot Hollander belonged to the same progressive movement really. But the Eurogroup chair has refused to apologise nor withdraw the controversial remarks: 'they preffer to misunderstand me and avoid the issue!'Some will remember the famous altercation between debtor Greece and creditor Germany, where we had this Jeroen, an intellectual inferior but social superior of Varoufakis, do a hatchet man's job for the Germans. Frying pan into fire.  It wa a hard lesson in the relations of power. A debtor who wants credit relief, bail out or debt restructuring is yes, an if wishes were horses, beggars would ride tragedy.  superior intellect going through creditor exercises!I just had to go and check what Kenya's debt portfolio is, and what we use our loans for! and how wisely! (well-endowed belles or not!?) But first I had to visit home and find out how we explain away the Auditor General's evaluation which tabbed 400M embezzled. And that was just one financial year! Was Ouko mistaken, so poor at Arithmetic he should be fixed for Libel? Or, pray tell, is it a case of, wait for it...... 'once the money was in our hands, lusty PIIGS that we are, our oversexed tropical nature overwhelmed our better senses. We spent the money on booze and birds!' and real estate with fake title deeds!Did I catch Rotich paying up (recurrent expenditure) with loans fomr China? That should mean part of the kitty the counties are wasting away on booze and birds is actually DEBT! I am not sure I want a Chinese Jerome to express himself more diplomatically when we go bust and put up a Southern European act! Next: AWITI'S HOMA BAY EXPLAINS why Ouko's figures are bogus, and must be treated with the contempt they deserve! But first, a clue. First, a head count on 'sponcy's' or first ladies! Someone is lying naked! |
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Post by jakaswanga on Apr 5, 2017 22:22:39 GMT 3
JEROEN'S SHARP KICK TO AN OPEN WOUND, COMING TO A COUNTY NEAR ME? A few days ago, toward the last week of March 2017, the outgoing chairman of the Eurogroup, outgoing (thus interim) Dutch minister of finance Joroen Dijsselbloem, gave an interview to a German media outlet, Frankfurter Allgemeine Zeitung. He ventured coded stuff which has caused quite some commotion. He reportedly snorted his nose, that the Southern Countries (aka the Siestazone) had borrowed lots of money ostensibly for good causes, but once the money was in their hands, PIIGS that they are, their oversexed Mediterranean nature overwhelmed their better senses. They spent the money on delicacies like booze and birds, but when the creditors came calling, PAY UP! they turned into shameless beggars, thinking aid, bail-outs and debt write-offs are their birthrights! That is when 'solidarity flies out of the window for me!' the pro-German austerity Dutchman fumed. THINKING OF JEROEN'S ANGER AT A COUNTY NEAR ME I think there is a crisis in Luoland. This, short-cutly said, is a local aspect of the general crisis of the capitalist underdevelopment of Africa. The gap today, between African countries and their Asian counterparts which were at a comparable level just over half a century ago, is the best illustration how deep this crisis is. There have been spectacular failures in Asia of course, but I seem not able to come up with EVEN ONE spectacular case of African industrial success. It is actually an epidemic of state under achievement, and our counties are threatening to go the same way. I view the daily scandals we come across in public administration, maladministration in Luoland, as symptoms of this crisis. Amongst others are: the catalogue of corruption enumerated by the Auditor General; in-ability to meaningfully collect garbage, total surrender to the trenchant hyacinth menace, and the lack of noteworthy, cutting-edge, ground-breaking consultancy delivered by local institutions of higher learning. This means they really do not engage in researching the realities of the social environment within which they operate. (For starters, Riat, Maseno, JOIT Bondo, Mawego etc etc, should really have been able to jointly come up with a foolproof hyacinth removal system!) Pondering the above, I went to look up some classical concepts to help with my insight. I therefore will touch on the TRAGEDY OF COMMONS to explain some of the self-evident self defeatism afflicting Luo Nyanza. It is possible I changed my mind on this concept and preferred to apply it to the KENYAN COMMON WEALTH. --- FOOTNOTE presently. Most importantly, taking a trip down the classical lane, I took a quick look at why, and in deed how come, the industrial bourgeoisie -----defined as a most revolutionary class by some classical commentators, overthrew and superseded the ARISTOCRACY. This historical ascendancy unto social supremacy of the bourgeoisie, first in Europe and thereafter world domination, it occurs to me, could not have come about if this revolutionary class preferred consumerism to investment in science, appreciated fiction above factology, nepotism above meritocracy; or displayed accounting illiteracy, giving way to stone-age book-keeping mores as has been explicated in the Luo counties (throughout Kenya and Africa at large!) I could say, I suspect a major contributory factor to the social crisis in Luoland -----the maintenance, policing and enforcement of backwardness,------- is that, a historically retarded class is at the apex of power. This statal bureaucracy (mostly organised in the ODM) is a modern day parasitic nobility and political aristocracy, As it were, its instincts are social regression. Examples of social regression are rigged elections (negating the peoples will), rigging exam results, and, of course, a visit to the nearest public hospital near you will be highly informative. A TARRAM road is also a good example of social regression, given the status of Nairobi University (faculty of civil engineering) as an African leader! There is thus in (practice) the field, a mental implosion of professional competences. The implosion of accounting as a professional competence in the Luoland counties (and in deed all the countries of Africa including Squeaky Clean Rwanda!), is a particularly powerful device of regression. It necessarily to gives the powers that be, a free pass to swindle off public monies, and loot: primitively accumulate and at once indulge waste. Anyway, keep all that in mind as I write the following. I am pressed for time so the organisation may be topsy-turvy. THE OTHER IMPORT OF JEROEN THE OUTRAGED EUROCHAIR Now this will be a bit touchy for the long-toed. The national life expectancy for women is 65 years. Down in Nyanza one has to do minus. This means the recent positive budgetary announcement by the minister of Finance (Henry Rotich) that he will be funding essentials to old Kenyans at the age of 70 is, statistically said, an oxymoron. That 70 would be a freak statistic, may be denoting medical wonders performed on the very very rich, like the Kenyatta daughter who died today at a ripe age of 89. And those very very rich, like Kibaki, need no paltry ksh.2000/month handout from Rotich anyway. Nevertheless, reality being odder than statistics, Luo Nyanza will on head count, boast quite a grandmother lucky enough to be a freak statistic, ie +70. Howbeit toothless gums not withstanding, these shrivelled skeletons will pronounce the following to the correct diction: DANIDA, NORAD, NOVID, USAID. This is because it is likely without the largesse of the above, they would now be many feet under, succumbed conform the Luoland life expectancy which is far below the national average. Here is Obama coming to the rescue. Of course Trump does not share Obama's Kenyaphilia. [ Such Nyanza old ladies of course, practised in stretching out their wrinkled palms for handouts from abroad, have had to at least, for a show of gratitude, learn to pronounce correctly the name of the angels! The Europeans through DANIDA, NOVIB OXFAM and NORAD------ are even on record paying for toilets to be dug along the beaches of the lake, so as to prevent the fishermen from contaminating the for-export proteinous perch with their faecal-matter laced fingers! (picture for a moment Jeroen's nose on this detail!) This imposition of hygienic standards is important. For, when you link it to what the Neurozone Kindhearts really think deep within, as was revealed by an outraged Jeroen Dijsselbloem in moment of candour, then does a picture emerge of contempt hidden behind supremacist empathy, scorn camouflaged as understanding, and, for entertainment, rogue experiments in social anthropology financed to measure where, in this case near the bottom, the natives of the lake rank in the scales ape evolution! When whitemen have to pay for toilets around Lake Victoria so that the people of the Lake don't infest their fish with sh!t, and one is talking early 21at century after the digital revolution, not to mention their excellency's the governors driving around pot-holes in sleek convoys of SUV's, then you know it is a moment to halt and think: HEY LUO NYANZA, WE HAVE A PROBLEM! The problem is, thinking always did require a head! A human head I suppose! Aristocrats are in-bred parasites too retarded for such a task. What is the tragedy of the commons? 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in the judiciary of course.
of Ojienda lawyering up for the Kidero's. The Paul Ngei template. Paul Ngei developed this leave my wife out of it defence to an a ritual art form. Personally I wouldn't pay more than a manambas's daily retainer for this line of Ojienda presentation or submission before The 
said the ministry!? 
repealed as it was an illegality.
official DAMNATIO MEMORAE hit a popular snag!
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abolitionist--- camps of Incumbent Awiti and Challenger Magwanga and so-on and so-on join the general truce, making it a universal parley. 
misuse of billions of shillings. 
Bay, Siaya, Kisumu, Nyamira and Kisii counties in Nyanza. Kakamega and Vihiga counties in Western are also on Auditor General Edward Oukos radar.