Kenya Revolution

I come from the jungles of Equitorial Guinea, a beautiful land that dawned to a notorious Marcias Nguema as a founding father. After witnessing his father’s persecution by the Spanish overlords for agitating for better wages for the black natives, he went on to join the political elite and ended up President of the jewel turning it into his own private hell. From a massive killing of those in spectacles, to the ourtright outlawing of the academic achievement ‘Doctor’ stemming from his personal insecurity of lacking a proper education, to using the public funds as his personal wallet to use as he wishes and pay whoever he wishes. He crushed the country so much that he forgot family, in came Theodore Nguema, his nephew who overthrew him, tortured and took over after his uncle unapologetically killed his brother in one of his killing sprees. A new dawn it seemed had come in and the nation was eager to forget the past and forge ahead. Their hopes seem to have met a similar fate yet again with the nephew placing all the nation’s riches in his personal bank accounts and name in a bid to halt civil servant’s theft of public funds. Craziest thing about this is that the wealth is stored in the United States’ banks and we wonder why the USA never speaks of dictatorship and human suffering in the nation.

I come from the colourful Caribbean islands with a jig and a measured step, with a musical history that whispers a mystical nature! I speak of Haiti, the artistic Carribbean nation associated with beats that can allay or awaken demons. Consequently the nation did just that after independence from the USA, a failed government and a military coup, Papa Doc Duvalier took the seat of Supreme leader (Papa Doc b’coz he was the foremost doctor in that country in all ways). Being a trained medical doctor, he was accredited fame after curing a host of tropical diseases in his nation that would otherwise be fatal. After taking over as President after radicalising the voters, natives against the mullatos, not soon after than the nation met the man after his son was threatened in the streets. The tale only gets worse after that, with an ominous 9 hours coma after a diabetic attack and an arising of the ‘Devil Incarnate’ doubling in Vudu magic and political assassinations. Systematically secluding Haiti from the world, killing and destroying the fishermen who dared ship the natives abroad. Perhaps the most outrageous move was when an election was held with only his name on the ballot, breaking world record and showing the world that badassery has a basement, and the basement has a King!

We hail from the richest nation Congo, with earth resources that we have not yet found use for. A nation plagued by deceit, historical rewriting and brutal overlords. From the days of King Leopold, the ruthless King obsessed with enriching his family and country, taking the whole of the Congo as his private land, and if that wasn’t enough he sort to save every dime to such an extent that a bullet was used to kill about 10 black natives lined up for the cause. To keep the native home guards brutal, hungry, savage and effective; payment (read food) was only given to those who brought home a hand as proof of ‘work done’. So much so that the home-guards would now travel far in search of hands to get payment (read food). Some, in preparation of the future buried hundreds of hands to assure a month’s supply. The same land we hail had a sun, that shone but briefly…… Patrice Lumumba, the patriotic Poet whose charisma and staunch beliefs in a better Africa still shines above our crop of leaders since then. His fate is a brutal one, we weren’t ready for such ambitions nor high pedestal. He was captured, tortured, humiliated, shot in the woods, cut into pieces and burnt by acid then buried, such that Hitler’s chambers paled in comparison. Then came Mobutu Seseko whose famous ‘The Country is broke! Everyone for himself, God for us all’ speech to his compatriots ushered a basement to hell as we know it.

I would go further but for the sake of relevance I would rather delve into our Kenyan story. The country of Grand Corruption & scandals that seems to never quite break! A nation of no sacred cows, no stealing too much to be considered. A nation that seems to intimately believe in the resilience of their beautiful fabric, that the resilience will definitely see it through, no crack too deep to crush. After all we have survived a pillage after independence ushered by the land giveaways chaperoned by H.E Jomo Kenyatta(Rest his soul), survived a kikuyu/kalenjin tribal battles for supremacy started by the attempted coup and lasting for quarter a century. Then the backstabbing that threatened to tear our nation by the same machetes we hold dear in farming and slaughtering ending in an ICC case. A subsequent election that broke all expectations, setting a new world record when we chose individuals with cases in the world court. Kenya had come of age! And we were imposing! The rest is history.

One thing stands true through all this, Kenyans are resilient and true survivors, we grow, enjoy, party, fight pillage and rip each other apart gloriously. We seem to be the society that always finds enough to stand back up after a vicious bout. And it’s with this that I dare say we still shall be here after the current deluge passes.

Anglo-Leasing pay outs

SGR funds

NSSF funds

Eurobond

Beyond Zero Afya scandal

NYS 1

NYS 2

Kimwarer & other dams

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