How Not To Run A Country, Ruto Style: June 25Th
You wake up at 5 AM, not to build hospitals, not to fix roads, not to feed children. No. You wake up to wrap Parliament in barbed wire, turning the seat of the people into a crime scene. A literal crime scene, because that’s what it has become — a headquarters for organized looting, deceit, and elite criminal enterprise.
As the sun rises over Nairobi, the air doesn’t carry the smell of hope. It carries the stench of fear from a government cowering behind barricades, hiding not from bandits, not from terrorists, not from cartels—but from the truth. From the raw, painful truth served cold by an angry, betrayed, and tired generation.
This is the only country where the government deploys military-grade armored vehicles, water cannons, riot police, and sharpshooters—not to fight al-Shabaab, not to fight cattle rustlers, not to stop the daily bloodbath in Baringo, Turkana, or Kerio Valley—but to fight children with flags, mothers with placards, and youth with courage.
How do you explain a government that does not fear bandits who slaughter citizens daily? A government that does not fear cartels bleeding the economy dry? A government that embraces murderers seated comfortably in high offices, sipping tea bought with taxpayers’ blood—but trembles, collapses, and soils itself at the sound of a youth shouting, “Hatutaki!”
How do you describe a leadership so allergic to accountability that it would rather shut down the entire internet than answer a simple question like, “Where is the 11 billion you used to repaint State House walls?” Imagine a government so brain-dead that instead of feeding children dying of hunger in Turkana, it’s busy drafting tenders for more teargas, more bullets, and more body bags.
It takes a special breed of incompetence—a cocktail of arrogance, ignorance, and pure evil—to wake up every day and ask yourself, “How can we ruin Kenya even more today?” And my God, they execute it with military precision.
This is a government that deploys more security to fight school-going children with smartphones than it has ever deployed to fight the sugar cartels, oil cartels, maize cartels, or the thieves who keep the price of unga higher than school fees.
Picture this — you drive through Nairobi and see Parliament wrapped in enough barbed wire to fence the entire Maasai Mara. You see more anti-riot police than you’ll ever see doctors in a public hospital. You wonder — is this a Parliament or a maximum-security prison? Correction. A prison has more integrity.
Because in a prison, criminals are locked inside. In Parliament, criminals are the ones locking the people outside.
The only thing that multiplies faster than locusts in this country is government lies. Yesterday, they said they wanted to listen to the youth. Today, they are jamming signals, shutting down TV stations, arresting journalists, and suffocating dissent like a cartel suffocates competition. This is not governance. This is an abusive relationship with the state.
Instead of buying ambulances, they buy water cannons. Instead of building classrooms, they import tear gas. Instead of hiring doctors, they hire online bots to trend hashtags defending stupidity. This is a government whose development blueprint is: bullet for every voice, bribe for every politician, barricade for every street.
How do you explain a government that sends ministers to funerals of murdered protestors with the same plastic speeches about “regrettable loss,” yet the next day buys more rubber bullets instead of school desks? This isn’t leadership; it’s organized state vandalism of a nation’s soul.
Their fear is loud. It screams from every barricade. It echoes from every armored truck parked next to Parliament. It drips from every poorly crafted statement by cowards pretending to be Cabinet Secretaries. Because they know — when the youth rise, no amount of barbed wire can hold back the flood of justice.
How do you explain that a government which has never found money for NHIF reforms, for free sanitary pads, or for improving Jua Kali, somehow finds billions overnight to fund police overtime to beat up taxpayers? Where does this sudden efficiency come from when the goal is oppression?
You realize Kenya isn’t poor. No. Kenya is held hostage by a mafia with neckties, hiding behind flags, masquerading as leaders. A mafia whose only skill is looting, lying, and laundering failure into national policy.
And let’s not pretend it’s just cluelessness. This is intentional stupidity. They know exactly what they’re doing. Every time they raise taxes, it’s a declaration of war against the poor. Every time they arrest a Gen Z protester, it’s because they know the truth spreads faster than their propaganda.
Imagine a President who has never declared war on poverty but has declared war on TikTok, declared war on X (Twitter), and declared war on Telegram. A government whose biggest fear isn’t terrorism but trending hashtags.