Isn’t it time that we rose from this shit that we call our politics? Seriously, there is a limit for how much crap Kenyans can take from the establishment. We have clearly become a nation of 35 million bargaining chips. We have been shown, in no uncertain terms, just how little we mean to those who run this here country of ours. We are expendable, cheap and not worth a damn. Not for the four years before any given General Election anyway.
I mean, here we are, diligently exercising our democratic rights to stand in line for a long, long time so that we can cast a ballot in the favour of a preferred candidate. We do this with pride, with spirit, with an eye cast into a prosperous (or better, anyway) future. This last election brings out the masses like never before. The youth, who are the future of this place, make a concerted effort to make their democratic might felt. It is time for the (really) old guard to GO HOME.
But alas, the dream shatters, loudly. A resounding clang of ‘we-are-the-elite-who surround-and-influence-the-dumbfuck-president-who-guards-our-super-selfish-interests-and-we-will-not-let-go-of power’ is heard around the country. We watch helplessly as the most basic tenets of democracy are crushed and burnt to nothingness like so much waste paper. In your face! And the perpetrators ask WHAT? In that insolent, complacent, ingratiating tone of those who have. Democracy goes head first out the window. Kenyans won’t mind, they figure. It’s been done before, by D.T. so let’s pull a fast one as well. But they do it wrong.
And so now we see the result as Kenya burns. Literally.
I say we blow up parliament. Anybody know where I can get some C-4? Eh?
