Monday, February 13, 2012

Raphael Tuju's Pot Of (an) Angel (POA)?


Maybe. Especially if the holder sticks to the letter of the principles scripted on its fore.

That’s the challenge. And if he’s to surmount it he should smartly play the game and avoid too much rhetoric. If he don’t do that this guy would fall into the same abyss that has often swallowed hyped new-dawn parties formed in the past.
  
Mr Raphael Tuju, (an angel?), is holding a pot, or so he says. Na ako POA sana, as in he’s so in the Party Of Action; he’s the party’s presidential candidate. This pot is full of promises he says he will fulfil, angelically, if elected the president of Kenya in the coming elections. And as per the vigour and vivacity he showed when he launched this pot, he seemed to be the perfect candidate for Kenya, albeit theoretically. Practically, he may need to spice further the cuisine in the pot so that many could taste and cast the vote for him.

New-dawn promising parties are not strange to Kenyans. Every Spring two or more have sprung; all promising Heaven but failing to deliver, instead freely submitting Kenyans to Hell and leaving them there for proprietor Lucifer to maul them through vicious skyrocketing food prices, pungent tribal disenchantment, incitement against rivals, and such deadly ones as 2007/08 atrocity.

POA may or may not be one of those parties which trapped the hearts of the masses as their Tsunami-like fame swept across the nation. However, its true identity lies in the future- the holder of truths-and not what’s emphasised now. Not even the eloquence says all. What’s done after eloquently delivering the message in a well pampered speech matters most and says it all.
  
The pot is squarely in Tuju’s court. He can choose to smash the pot into pieces and pour out the cuisine in front of hungry and angry Kenyans or hold it tightly and protectively smear it with attractive, glittering aromatic jelly then let fellow Kenyans feed from it in due time.

Before then, he should know that with the launch of this Party, Kenyan’s scepticism on politicians continues to grow and explode further. Why? Simply because since time immemorial with every launch of a new political party, a new dawn is proclaimed, a new beginning is declared. To this date such is done. A pure reflection of the ineffectiveness of the new-dawn parties that have kept promising fresh starts but failing on it before their second footstep.

Tuju has the choice of choosing the right choice. Hope what he chooses help his course and improve popularity of his ‘Pot of an Angel’, seriously Party of Action.



E-njocular Two Cents: Wakenya mpo? Yea tupo na tuko Tuju tu sana...new salaams in town. 

Thursday, February 2, 2012

Mutula Kilonzo’s John-The-Baptist-esque Loneliness


He is speaking atop a Kenyan desert called The New Constitution. Though with tamed vigour and checked humility, few seems ready to give an ear let alone heed to his advice. Many of his political cronies are developing cold feet as the minister for Justice, National Cohesion and Constitutional digs deeper into the truths cast in stone in the desert by the name mentioned before.

The minister has been speaking a lot in the recent past. His speaking seems to have rubbed some people the wrong way. Especially when he talked of some not fit for office after being confirmed to face full trial at The Hague. Then he splashed salt on the fresh wound by saying some were not right to want to, or vie for presidency.

He has kept quoting the constitution and talking about the letter and spirit of it. He seems confident and right. But nobody-not even his closest friends-care to bother. They must be adulterated with something poisonous, he must be thinking, before squeezing out more cactus water to wet his drying throat. They do not listen to him because they fear the desert, they have not read it, they have deserted it. And they don’t want anyone to speak from it.

He should not worry though. People from the desert are not listened to, much. They are wantonly dismissed. His latest antics are easily dismissible especially if a thought that his home turf is none other than the largely dry land of Ukambani-a desert by some Kenyans standards-comes along. With such in mind, politicians may dismiss and (mis)treat him in equal measure to one Biblical prophet-John The Baptist-given a wide berth even though he was speaking loads of sense albeit from some desert.

It seems some people don’t like or care less to take seriously messages spoken in deserts by some people. Reason? First, it could be that the speaker is thought to be thirsty. And with the cruel thirst, they give alarming messages with a self-driven inner intention of wanting pints of water to wet their oesophagi.

Secondly, desert inhabitants are normally feared with endless perspiration-remember the said fierceness of the Saharan Tuaregs? History students should remember them in relation to ancient Trans-Saharan desert trade. In view of this, their prophecies or intellectual interpretation of issues suffer similar fate-they are handled with lots of phobia.  
Mutula could be a victim of these or others. Although history will judge him rightly, the present circumstances surrounding his truths may not allow him to nail his colours to the mast. His party-Wiper Democratic Movement-is already feeling the heat of his now wanton verbal deliveries concerning the local status of some of the Ocampo Four. VP Kalonzo Musyoka, also WDM leader, as a Christian should not run away from the truth, however bitter. Mutula’s must be bitterest because the VP is nowhere near his party’s Sec-Gen. He’s hobnobbing with others elsewhere as his closest cronies take Mutula by the scruff of his neck.

Mutula should just stick with the truth. History will reward him after he’s forgotten in politics.


E-njocular Two Cents: So President Kibaki sobbed when he heard self-narrated victorious accounts of a pupil who ditched marriage to pursue education. That’s a good thing. The question is. When will his juniors like Prime Minister, VP, and all protocols observed in descending order do the same? When? And shouldn’t we have a National Crying Day so everyone can sob over various issues?