We have monkeys that formed the government. Looted us to the ground. Raped our economy and milked us dry. Now, the same monkeys have taken off from their forest, formed another, and now singing songs of freedom.
It is the season of words in Kenya. Big words. Small words. Long words. Short words. It has always been the season of words. It is the season where politicians go back to school coin both big and small insults for their opponents.
It is the season of words. The season where politicians hear some strange voices in their minds then mistake them to be the “voices of the people.” It is the season of strange organization and small armies whose main qualification is to throw stones and words.
It is the season where human monkeys in Kenya change their forests, move into a new one and declare that “behold, we are now new, the past is gone and the future is here.” The past was murder, rape, and looting of our taxes.
In Kenya, we have a strange habit of electing political parties and not human beings. In this God-forsaken country of ours, when the most corrupt politician switches political parties, we assume they are different people.
As a result, political formations are coming up like kiosks. It is time for business. They want to tap into “defecting monkeys,” most of who will pay to be members. They also want to cash in during nominations. It is business.
We have monkeys that formed the government. Looted us to the ground. Raped our economy and milked us dry. Now, the same monkeys have taken off from their forest, formed another, and now singing songs of freedom.
What Kenyans don’t know is that there are no permanent enemies in politics. Only permanent interest. Politicians give no damn about you. To them, politics is a competition but deep within, they are buddies. Not you.
Every year, Kenyan politicians are at the dinner table, and Kenyans are the ones on the menu. To politicians, every Kenyan is a statistic; a vote. Nothing beyond that. You are just a number. Not human. They don’t care.
What beats logic is how forgetful Kenyans are. We must be the only people with the shortest memory on earth. Not even the most clueless warthog can beat us on this one. Why would a politician use the same lies every election and you just follow them?
Any, it is the season for monkeys to shine.