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Sited and hunched up in some courtroom miles away is deputy president William Ruto. Draped in consternation is his co-accused, Mr. San'g
Seems each one is wondering: when will this come to an end?
Here, in these local circles, the ICC issue is so grave that entirely almost all conversations I happen to hear is all about The Hague. All this while I thought the ICC news about our tellies had long lost their grandeur.It was not to be. Just last Saturday, the AU stole the show with their unanimous declaration that the ICC would be only light years away from reality should it proceed to have the president on the dock. Mariam, the Ethiopian PM rounded his cohorts and together they hailed their subterranean voices for the world to hear.
Witnesses are still going honey-and this has definitely elicited a grimace of disgust among the two.
Time is conniving, lame and bent. Without further ado, it slowly wears off. Like a flag, the ICC is swathing Kenyan societies with inexplicable legal junk. So, it’s up to Kenyans to do the follow-up. As for me, I should take my eyes off the ICC and do movies instead.
Of laws of natural justice
This was a concept I learnt in some history class. Well, to Ruto and San’g the firmness of this law should stay put till the case comes to a conclusion.
Legal teams, both the defense and the prosecution are working on their strategies to avoid humiliation. Who will win the case eventually? This is a mystique for everyone to unravel.
The last time I checked on Ruto, he’d some tense mood about his person. If there prayers to be answered are his, seemingly. This has become such a lewd beast that’s become so unruly that it threatens his office.
There was Wetangula and that exquisite lady that goes by the name of Kethi. The latter is to face fraud charges. Wetangula’s  political foes are likely to use the bribery claims to bring the indefatigable senator down. Even perverts have every reason to fear colliding with the law. Hama Tuma has since highlighted the plight of prison mongers whose craving for prison is so intense that they’d shoplift from the store off the jails immediately they are set free. However, keeping off acrimony and disorder shows that we got some traces of civility in us.
The law is gawking around waiting to harness the next willing victim. Be on the look, it might be you who will be swallowing goose bumps on the dock if you dare collide with it.



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