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Kenyan Politics:A rugged prodigy with no limits

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The 10th parliament left a legacy for generations to mill at. And if one gets it right is, presumably, for all the wrong reasons. What with the hefty sendoff packs for themselves they awarded? They hoped to lure other top dignitaries into their baits so that they'd have their part of the bargain perked out of treasury, or hitherto, corroborate to their whims.

Perhaps to them it was justifiable. In any case, prior to that unanimous assenting of that bill, most of them of the legislators had requisite knowledge that they had lost ground and that the possibility of them pulling their temples back to the auspicious August house reduced to a zero. Finally, they had put their odds on Baba Jimmy to do his part of the bargain-to sign the bogus bill into law.

Baba Jimmy did have the last laugh. He was bright enough to shrug off anything that would appear detrimental to the legacy he'd leave behind after March. In a quick rejoinder, he had his own gratuity appended to the agony of the legislators.

In the recent weeks, the country has been a bustling hubbub of political activity. Party nominations were in full swing as aspirants eyed various seats. Surprisingly Kenyans ain't initiative to put the aspirants on a grille. Many a horde of them lingered aimlessly to nominate the same bunch of swindlers and racketeers who wouldn't have bothered to milk public coffers to their last coins were it not for the shrewd economist. Kenyans across the social divide demonized the shamble that ensued after the nominations. The winners celebrated with all zeal. The losers lodged their complaints. The voters slid to their daily chores. The country is back on its feet again. When March bolsters around, the country will slacken yet again to an all important event-voting, as an expression of the latest democratic fashion in the world over.
Many Kenyans with their favorite aspirants marched to the streets, raided into ballot boxes and papers and tore them apart, shouted their voices hoarse and engaged in physical confrontations with the opponent's. All in the name of solidarity.

Many hadn't a course to believe or vote for. In the end acrimony blew it all away. Perhaps the ugly scenes witnessed in some parts of the country could be waivered into harmony and tranquility. Yet still, we can't rule the possibility that the process resonated a red flag of irking tensions. Besides, the political temperatures ain't waning. The feeling is tense and terse. The caricature of our legislators keep luring this country into uncertainty.

What could possibly become of this country if all its citizenry said 'no' to all those who've raided public coffers before, inciters, land grabbers and those whose performance was below par during the tenure? I bet Kenya would have been a humble abode to many. Had I a million votes all by myself, I'd send the packing and vote in leaders who'd represent a peoples' course in parliament


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