Acquinted

Today we are all up to exercising our civics rights. Not me though, I gave up on governance sometimes back. Now my mantra is, wherever the ship sails, bora uhai. I wonder whether you are reading this on a long queue as you wait to take your turn. Or maybe you are too amused by Mr. towelman, teddy bear chic or the dog woman. However I’m glad that you are still finding time to read this chronicle. Lakini Wakenya jamaneni, it’s like ever since Gītheriman, people have been devising ways to trend. Hata bila CBC yawa.
Back in the Nyayo era during the first multiple party elections, I was just a young girl trying to acquint myself with the art of politics. This acquintance meant taking Don Williams, ‘ listen to the radio,’ a notch higher. We’d gather beneath the grevillea robusta tree, sorrounding the small transistor radio like our lives depended on it, listening attentively as the announcer relayed the results, our fingers crossed as we prayed earnestly for the ‘general kīguoya’ as they called him back in the days. Even though he didn’t win back then, the other day all Kenyans were in agreement that he was the best president Kenya has seen.
So the horses back then included the reigning president Baba Moi, who was the defending champion, then there was Jaramogi Oginga Odinga, Stanley Jindo Matiba and of course the man from my homeland, Emilio Stanley Mwai Kibaki. The mules consisted of Haron Mwau wa PICK, Mukaru Ng’ang’a wa KENDA, George Anyona wa KSC among others. Over the years others like Nazlin Rajput Umar Farzadin; hope I spelled that correctly, Pastor Pius Mūirū and Paul Muite of Safina cropped up.
The harder we prayed for Baba Moi to be dethroned, the more votes he garnered, well until the 2002 rainbow coalition magic discombobulated the JOGOO and project Uhuru flopped. Everything was looking bright until the post purchase dissonance of nusu mkeka brought about discord in the 🌈 What happened next, is nothing to write home about. I hope it never happens again. I hope we can look back in the years ahead and say that’s water under the bridge.
Lakini juu life in pupi, ukitaka kutesa kwa mlolongo tesa mehn.

#StillTheChronicler.

Published by Nyar Kaheti

Born and raised on the picturesque slopes of Mt Kenya, Nyar Kaheti is your girl next door vibe kind of girl. She enjoys reading, writing, hiking, and listening to country music among other things.

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