Politics of Flux

Kenya’s politics is always in a state of flux; we seem to think about politics every other time. If it is not the elections we are thinking about, it is the referendum, what will happen when the president goes to Hague to face trials at the International Criminal Court? What will the former prime minister do? Does he retire from politics or shall he re-invent himself, who is going to succeed Uhuru? Will Uhuru and Ruto fall out? Is Kalonzo relevant in Kenya’s politics?

We are always obsessing about something inherently political that the beauty of life passes us by. We seem not to realize that we can improve our lot. That we can make our lives better, through hard work, persistence, and ingenuity. We forget to pay attention to daily chores that are at the core of human existence.

Sad as it is, our politicians run our lives. They are demi-gods and we the minions, swaying at their every word, baying at their political enemies when they tell us to, placing our lives on the line if they require us to do so. Rather than politics being at the periphery of the Kenyan society, it is served on every menu.

Meanwhile, as we mull on our politicians’ next move, a Kenyan in Turkana is sleeping hungry, not because the country lacks sufficient food stocks but because there aren’t roads worth of note to transport food from areas with food production gluts like Uasin Gishu to Turkana.

As we mull over our politics, pastoralists in Moyale are massacred by raiders from the Merille tribe of Ethiopia. The Kenya security forces go on a fruitless community disarmament programs that make the situation even worse. The range of goods that are VAT exempt has been reduced leading to runaway inflation, pushing the cost of living to the roof.

 

As we obsess on the next moves by our political masters, we pay little attention to the issues that are supposed to be the real issues that can improve our lot. We forget to tender to our crops, they get strangled by weeds and produce poorly, and we forget to tender for our cattle or cast our nets in wait for fish. We give hatred, discord, and disunity a home in our hearts, we forget we are real people, with real problems, we forget to do something about our poverty, we forget to dig the water well that would satiate our thirst and that of our animals as well. We expend energy hating on each other.  

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