The Maize Games and Hidden Battles 

When I was young I had hopes, dreams unshaken and unfazed by their magnitude and complexity. I had taken a sip, a gulp out of the cup of hope, a cup that was generously provided, unreservedly sprinkled onto our hungry, thirsty souls. I had been quick at it, and thorough too; I was drunk. And so I dreamt and planned out heaven and how to conquer :in m mind I waz certain poverty was in the mind of the poor born out of an intrinsic trait of laziness from the same crowd.

Afterall when you plant, you will, must, reap, bigger moreover. The belief held through upto after I complete my studies and the full reality of our economic circumstances comes settling down.

A flip into history reveals a disturbing trait where the winners standing high and tall are as a result of mutiny and genocide. That those who we call leaders got there via illegal means, not the kind that you can brush over but the kind you wouldn’t want to reconsider for even a second opinion due to their severity.

There’s a fundamentally disturbing thought that creeps into ones head when there isn’t any success story free of crime, a clean business, one that is built from morals, goodwill and hardwork. The problem with such a nation is simply that people always know, the information gets by. You’d be surprised how many people know the secrets of a certain politician from corner to corner of our nation without even being in the same county. And un a nation as urbanized as ours, one that is in love with forwards, how much more.

Human nature dictates that when you see a car heading your way @100 kph you jump off, brace yourself and/or cover your head. I am concerned at the number of Kenyans who have witnessed good men, die off, fizzle away, tortured and what that means to the generations to come, specifically the X generation, XY & millennials. If the inly proven way to make a billion in our nation is to commandeer the supply chain for maize in our nation, or to simply sell a whole government Embassy abroad, then what would stop like minded people from doing the same thing?

A country with NCPB silos dotting across the nation filled with grain from as early as 2003, we go hungry, starve to death and none is the wiser. Our biggest aim seems to be who controls State House, blind to the basic services like a shop smack in the middle of town paying four thousand shillings more on a certain year but still expected to persevere the sewerage that the county council has assumed doesn’t exist. All this happens in broad daylight and we should overlook the fact that dollar millionaires keep popping up in the most crucial of positions in our government and we should assume this is all mystery ;that the money has just fallen onto their laps?
Really?
Really Kenya?

And now a bigger villain has been exposed, a dollar billionaire, shipping maize all the way from Mexico for local consumption yet we have reserves that would last us a decade, and of course in our old fashion, we don’t know what has happened. We are an innocent, ignorant & toothless mass that doesn’t know their rights or basics of trading. Someone just dared the public to act and is awaiting a response

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