Dancing with Demons: A Lecture On The Folly Of Politician Worship That Kenyans Are So Good At
Dear Kenyans, are you still dancing in the fire, believing the same demons that have devoured your dreams will somehow bless your tomorrow? This plague of politician idolization, where the unworthy are exalted and treated as saviors, is akin to kneeling before a thief and asking him to protect your treasures. You worship, you clap, and you cheer, but every cheer is a clap for your burial.
Look around, and what do you see? A nation crippled by the weight of corruption, yet you praise those who have shackled you. Ancient wisdom from the Kamba tells us, When you chase a lion into a cave, do not be surprised when you get eaten. Your leaders are that lion, and you have foolishly driven yourselves into their jaws.
How long will you delude yourselves, thinking the ones who steal your wealth will somehow rebuild your roads? Can a bird in a cage fly to freedom? You have caged your aspirations by idolizing leaders who see you as nothing more than a means to fatten their wallets.
The Kikuyu say The goat that sleeps among wolves will never see the morning. You are that goat, blind to the fangs of the wolves you have elected. And yet, you continue to sleep, singing lullabies of praise to the very wolves tearing apart your future.
What foolishness grips a people who worship the same hands that rob them? You are like the farmer who waters his crops with poison, and then wonders why the harvest is rotten. These politicians, the very ones you adore, are the poison that seeps into every crevice of your society, destroying health, education, and the dignity of your labor.
The lazy cow drinks from a dirty puddle, says a wise African proverb. How much filth are you willing to swallow, Kenyans? The filth of nepotism, tribalism, and endless scandals flows freely, yet you drink deeply, cheering them on with blind devotion.
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And what has this blind allegiance brought you? Hunger, unemployment, and a healthcare system that could not save a goat, let alone a child. Yet, you still stand in rallies, eyes glimmering with hope, chanting their names as though they will deliver you from the very suffering they have created.
The Maasai tell us, that He who thinks he is leading and has no one following him is only taking a walk. Yet you follow blindly, not even questioning where you are being led. Perhaps it’s time to realize that the destination they have in mind for you is the slaughterhouse.
Even a chicken knows when to stop running in circles, goes another ancient proverb. But here you are, year after year, running in circles around the same politicians, believing their lies with each election cycle, only to end up in the same pit of despair.
Look at your children, Kenyans. They are inheriting nothing but broken dreams, crumbling schools, and the burden of your political idolatry. Your leaders’ children? They study in pristine schools abroad, and dine on gold-plated plates, while your child cannot even afford lunch.
The Swahili say A fool and his money are soon parted. But you, Kenyans, are parting with more than money; you are parting with your future, your dignity, and your very identity as a free people. How much longer will you let these thieves strip you bare?
Why do you worship men who cannot fix the roads you drive on, the hospitals you die in, or the schools that crumble around you? The rain does not recognize the one who praises it; it falls on everyone. Your praise for these politicians does nothing to save you from the floods of misery they unleash.
And what of your dreams? The man who sleeps on the floor cannot fall from his bed. Yet you, Kenyans, have fallen so low in your esteem that you believe you must sleep on the floor of servitude, forever bowing to these thieves and charlatans.
You must wake up, Kenyans! The hunter in pursuit of an elephant does not stop to throw stones at birds. But here you are, throwing stones at each other while the elephant—your corrupt leaders—tramples over everything in sight. Wake up and see the elephant in the room!
Even the sharpest knife cannot cut its handle. The politicians you adore will never harm themselves for your benefit. They protect their interests while you bleed from the wounds of their corruption.
Have you forgotten the weight of your vote, Kenyans? The one who spits in the air will have it fall on his face. You have spat on your dignity by idolizing men and women who could not care less about your suffering. The mess you are in is of your own making.
Let me tell you, The one who eats his food in the dark does not know if it is rotten. These politicians feed you lies in the dark, but you swallow them whole, never once questioning the rotten stench of their promises.
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