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Kuna Nyang’au Imenikulia Dem

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*Silicon Editorial*

Ni Friday saa kumi na moja jioni. Mose na Willy wametoka CAT. Wamefika tu saa hizi kwa room. Willy anatoa key anaanza kufungua mlango. Anajaribu kufungua mara kadhaa alafu anasema, “Hii padi ikona ufala.” Mose anaketi. Hapo kando ya mlango tu. Kwa simiti. After kama dakika moja Willy anafungua na anaingia.

Mose anakaa hapo nje dakika ka mbili alafu finally anajiinua anaingia. Anakaa kama msee ameshinda shamba tangu morning. Anatoa viatu, anarudisha mlango alafu anajiangusha kama mawe kwa bed.

Willy anaangalia Mose anacheka. “Nini mbaya na wewe? Kwani CAT imekuonyesha aje?” Willy anamuuliza.

Mose anageuka anaangalia Willy na macho mbaya alafu anaamua kuketi. Anaclick alafu anasema, “Ata si CAT. Though pia CAT nilikuwa nje ka fuckin. Sikuwa najua shiet. Ispokuwa ni vile tulikuwa tumekaa wewe side moja na Nancy hio side ingine, mimi ningepata sufuri tu roho safi. Mmeniokolea bana.”

Willy anasema, “Si basi unafaa kuwa umechangamka. Leo ni Friday. Najua huwezi kosa fom mkiwa na Caro.”

Mose anacheka alafu anasema, “Baaas. Hapo sasa ndio shida iko. Mimi nimesare madem. Sitaki story zao. Nataka tu niende klabu nilewe kama ghasia, niibiwe simu, nipigepige wasee kadhaa alafu nibleki niamke next week.”

Willy anamuuliza, “Kwani Caro alikufanyia nini?”

Mose anaclick. “Kwanza usitaje hio jina tena.”

Wananyamaza. Willy anatoa simu anaingia WhatsApp anaanza kuona status.

“Caro alinicheat bana,” Mose anasema tu out of nowhere. Willy anaweka simu kando anaacha status zikijiona. “Ati?”

“Eee. Alafu huskii to make matters worse…” Mose anaacha kuongea. Anacheka ile kicheko ya uchungu alafu anaendelea, “To make matters worse unajua alinicheat na nani… Jeymoh.”

Willy anakunja uso. “Jeymoh mgani?”

“Hujui jamaa fulani ilikuwa inanyoa kama polisi tulikuwa tunacheza ruji nayo?” Mose anauliza.

“Zi.”

“Ashai kuja huku wakiwa na hiyo mbogi yetu ya ruji. Kalikuwa kajamaa kafupi kuniliko kameunga lakini si sana. Humkumbuki?” Mose anasema. Before Willy ajibu Mose anaendelea, “But aliacha kucheza last year ata. Anyway, huyo ndiye jamaa alinikulia dem. Jamaa tumecheza na yeye for two years. Two years!! Karibu nimuuue bana.”

“Kuwa serious. Ati karibu umuue?” Willy anauliza.

“Ai. Eee. Unaona hii alama nikonayo kwa uso si nilikuambia nimeumia tukicheza ruji. Ni ngumi ya Jeymoh hiyo. Lakini na yeye niliharibu uso yake kabisa. Ukimuona saa hii utamhurumia.” Mose anacheka kiasi alafu anaendelea, “Imagine jamaa naenda kumcomfront alafu anasema yeye hana makosa juu pia dem alikuwa anataka. Nakuambia ispokuwa ni majamaa walikuwa karibu walituachanisha, ningekuwa jela saa hii nikiwa nimeua hiyo fala. Ati hana makosa! Na ananiangalia kwa macho akisema hivo. Hana aibu ata kidogo.”

“Caro alisema aje kuhusu hiyo story?” Willy anamuuliza.

“Saa angesema aje? Ata sikuwa namskiza. Nilikuwa namuangalia hivi naskia kumgongesha kwa ukuta,” Mose anasema akiwa amejam.

“Ulimuuliza mbona alicheat?” Willy anauliza.

Mose ananyamaza.

Willy anachukua simu anapata status zilikuwa zinajiona na saa hiyo kuna chats kadhaa hajareply. “Fuck!”

“Ati Caro na huyo boy wametoka mtaa moja na ati kuna time walikuwa wanadate nahuko first year alafu wakaachana. Sasa huskii Caro ananiambia ati, ‘Tulianza kuongea alafu it just happened.’” Mose ananyamaza.

“Wah. Iza bro. Sasa mmeachana?” Willy anauliza.

“Kuachana ama sitaki kuwai muona tena?” Mose anasema alafu anajiangusha tena kwa bed. “Mimi nataka tu nilewe kabisa nijisahau. Ata ispokuwa ni hiyo CAT saa hii singekuwa sober.”

Willy anaanza kucheka. Mose anaamka anamuangalia. “Nini inakuchekesha?” Mose anamuuliza.

“Ni vile sisi wote wawili hatuna dem. Mimi at least naweza laumu sura yangu kiatu. Lakini sasa wewe na vile madem wote hukuwa wamekukufia, alafu sasa ndio huyo wewe umecheatiwa… Usinipige lakini hio kitu ni funny,” Willy anasema alafu anaendelea kucheka. Anaanguka kwa bed bado akicheka. Mose anamuangalia tu.

“Ukimaliza kucheka uniambie,” Mose anasema.

Willy anakaa straight kwa bed alafu anasema, “Pole bro. Aki si wewe nachekelea. Ni hii situation. Lakini wacha niache kucheka. Nitacheka saa yenye hauko.”

“We ni mjinga sana by the way. Nani alikuambia madem huangalia sura?” Mose anauliza.

“Si wanaangalianga sura. Ata kama kuna factor zingine kama pesa, wanaangalianga sura bado,” Willy anajibu.

Mose anacheka alafu anasema, “Ngai! Willy wetu tutakusaidia aje? Madem hawaangaliangi sura.”

Willy anasema, “Of course utasema hivo juu wewe unakaa Chris Brown.”

Mose anaclick alafu anasema, “Haya. Si umesema nakaa Chris Brown. Basi niambie mbona Caro alinicheat? Ukiweza ona huyo Jeymoh tunasema…. huyo saa ndio definition ya sura kiatu. Huyo ata ni gumboot time ya mvua. Okay, wacha niache kuexaggerate. Lakini si ati ni msee wasichana wanaeza endea juu ya sura.”

Willy anasema, “Si maybe d game yake iko juu tu sana.”

Mose anasema, “Unajua ispokuwa ni vile umeniokolea kwa CAT naweza kupiga ngumi uzirai. Lakini hio sector nayo nakuwanga nimejiaminia kabisa. Naweza kupea hadi references uende ukaskie sifa zangu.”

Wananyamaza.

Mose anaanza kucheka. Anasema, “Ni turn yangu kukuchekelea. Unajua wewe ata kama ungekuwa baller bado hungekuwa na dem.” Mose anacheka akiwa amejitolea yake yote.

“Mbona?” Willy anauliza.

“Mi sijui. Mbona huna dem saa hii? Na usiniambie sura juu ata hakuna haja ya kuenda mbali. Angalia Denno mwenye anaishi ile nyumba iko karibu na gate. Tuongee tu ukweli. Denno hana sura. Lakini amekuwa na madem wangapi tangu tukuje? Hii sem pekee na hatujaimaliza amekuwa na watatu. Na si ati akona pesa. Sasa wewe utalaumu nini?”

Mose ananyamaza ndio Willy ajibu. Willy anafungua mdomo kuongea lakini anakosa cha kusema.

“Sa si unaona? Na ati unakuwanga chopi.” Mose anasema alafu anacheka. Anaacha kucheka alafu anaendelea, “Haya… Si kama ungeulizwa ungetaka dem kama Caro, sindio?”

Willy anaanza kujibu alafu ananyamaza.

“Sitakupiga. Nataka kumake point,” Mose anasema.

“Siwezi taka Caro. Lakini ningetaka dem anakaa Caro juu enyewe Caro ni mrembo,” Willy anasema.

Mose anamuambia, “Unaona ujinga yako. Unaonanga mambo na perspective moja tu. Ya urembo. Lakini ukweli ni ati kuna perspective mingi. Mingi sana actually. Mmh? Unasema ati wewe huna sura na mimi niko nayo. Sawa basi. Wewe ni chopi na mimi ni danda. Tumesema tunaongea ukweli. Hio CAT ata kama ningesomea aje, singerada. Nilikuwa sawa introduction tukianza sem. Lakini tangu tuanze kuambiwa as the limit approaches zero – hio saa ni nini kuongea ukweli?”

Willy anaanza kujibu lakini ananyamazishwa na Mose, “Nugu hii sijakuambia unijibu. Point yangu ni… unaona kama mimi ningekuwa nazurura nikijiambia mimi ni danda wa masomo, ata singekuwa naongea watu wengine wakiongea. For example, kama saa hii ningetoa wapi courage ya kukunyamazisha nikuambie vile nafikiria? Na saa hiyo maybe utapata 30 out of 30 kwa CAT na mimi nipate 11, na ni za kuibia. Ningetoa wapi hiyo nguvu? Sa si unaona wewe ni mjinga?” Mose anaendelea kucheka. Alafu kidogo kidogo anaendelea, “Bado hujaamini wewe ni mjinga? Aiyaiya. Niendelee?”

Willy anamuambia, “Nimeona point yako. Hufai kujiita danda by the way. Hio reasoning ni ya level ya juu sana.”

“Unaona? Imagine sasa kama ningekuwa najipea identity na marks zangu za CAT. Ningekuwa nishajiua kitambo. Pia wewe unafaa uchange bana. Kama unataka dem tafuta dem. Weka effort kama wale wanaume wengine. Kuna kitu nilisoma place: If you let your insecurities define you, people will see nothing but your insecurities.” Mose anasema.

Kidogo kidogo anaendelea, “Baas. Nimepata the perfect example. Si unajua Sonnie – mwenye anaishi hii plot next?”

“Eee namjua,” Willy anasema.

“Haya. Unajua Mary? Mwenye anaishi ile block iko just next to the cafe?” Mose anauliza. “Zi,” Willy anajibu. “Humjui? Dem mwenye anaishi kwa hiyo nyumba iko karibu na bafu?”

“Zi. Simkumbuki,” Willy anasema.

“Kadem fulani kafupi kanono kanakujanga…”

Willy anaminterrupt, “Oooh. Nimekaona. Anaitwa Mary?”

“Sa unaona. Ukifikiria kuhusu Sonnie kitu ya kwanza kukuja kwa akili yako ni vile anakuwanga mfunny na vile anapikanga chakula tamu… vile maneighbor wake hutuambia vile anapigishangwa nduru na boy wake usiku… the last thing utafikiria ni ati ni mnono. Lakini kuongea ukweli ni mnono kabisa. Haya… kuja kwa Mary. Mary kenye tu tunajua kumhusu ni ati ni mnono na hasilimiangi watu. Ata jina yake hukuwa unajua.” Mose anasema.

“Sawa basi, sawa basi, sawa basi! Nimeskia. Si ulisema unataka kulewa? Toka tuende Prestige kabla waanze kulipisha entrance fee. Unajua niliskia Mbogi Genje wanakam leo.”

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THE RADICAL WAFULA BUKE

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*By Concerned Comrade John Gwambo*

The giant and vocal student organization of Nairobi University SONU is a student body that has been stalked by controversy in various occasions but perhaps it is the 1987 office that holds the record. It is the shortest serving in the institution’s history having had office bearers for barely 9 days before it was disbanded. Robert Wafula Buke, a third year Political Science and Philosophy student had been elected its chairman. It was a period when the second liberation struggle was almost at its peak and university students had been roped in as well.

Wafula Buke

The underground political movements were on and several people had been jailed in connection with the Mwakenya Movement. So, by this time rising up to speak against the ruling regime in existence was unimaginable, it was like greeting your close relatives and bidding them goodbye bearing in mind that you could be gone and coming back was not a surety.

Wafula Buke and his team tried taking over the student leadership in 1986 but their efforts were thwarted by the system. Come 1987 he successfully ran for the chairmanship position and won in an election that was highly contested.

After winning his seat the new chairman constituted his kitchen cabinet of four namely: Kaberere Njenga as the secretary general, Miguna Miguna as the secretary in charge of finance, Munameza Mlegi as the foreign secretary and Munoru Nderi as the vice-chairman; all who agreed to push for one agenda – fighting for reforms. Wafula Buke admits that this was one of his happiest moments in life; when the five of them took a solemn vow to take the bull by its horns having been aware of the dire consequences that included not finishing their studies, being jailed or even heading for exile.

This was the era when university students were being viewed as the conscious of the society trying to raise issues that no one would talk about as there was no opposition with most leaders’ pigeon held by the state of one-party system.

Their philosophy was tailored around the cold war politics of the time which was socialism versus capitalism. As a strategy for ensuring that he would not be singled out by the establishment, he decided to develop radical policies for every ministry so that when they went to address students in a kamukunji, the five of them would come out strongly and unbowed. After fine tuning their manifesto, the newly elected SONU leadership which was only 9 days old in office called for a kamkunji at the university’s Great court to spell out their manifesto whose main highlight was that students be allowed to participate both in national politics and in day to day running of the university.

As a matter of fact, the student leadership by then attracted comrades with great oratory skills and articulation of radical policies from the days of James Orengo, Kihoro Wanyiro, PLO Lumumba, Aloyo Omondi and Mwandawiro Mghanga. This was greatly informed by the politics of the day.

President Moi had increased the student boom from Ksh.2,500 to Ksh.5,000 to avert any conflict with the university students but one Wafula Buke had a different opinion. He came out clearly on the issue and in the capacity of SONU chair saying he would not thank the head of state, reason being the increase was as a result in the change of economic conditions in Kenya and students were not responsible for that. Buke also banned tribal organizations saying they were being used by the establishment to cause more division among comrades and therefore declared them inconsequential.

However, to Wafula Buke (the shortest serving SONU chair whose term reigned for only 9 days) perhaps it was just a matter of time and on the 9th day at night state mercenaries pounced on him. Information from the National Intelligence Service had revealed that Buke’s room 101 hall 11 nicknamed The African National Congress headquarters by the students was a threat to the government. He had a good sound system that used to play radical speeches from Malcom X, Martin Luther King Junior, Luis Farrakhan and all the collection of speeches. He also had the pictures of Che Guevara, Fidel Castro, Thomas Sankara, Amilcar Cabral, Julius Nyerere and Muamar Gaddafi whom he confessed that he really loved for engaging imperialism in the world, clearly mounted on the walls of his room. Those were the heroes that he kept and besides that he also had clandestine materials with a defining mark of having a connection with the underground movements consisting of comrades who went to prison and left after serving their terms.

Most of Wafula Buke’s peers whom he went to school with including the current senate speaker Kenneth Lusaka have stated so many times that he is a born leader. In fact, when they were in the National Youth Service what used to be the pre-University service, he could lead people to resist some of the instructions that appeared mundane to him. He also asked the then KANU secretary general the late Mr. Nathan Mnoko why they were expelling people from the party and there was only one political party by then. Where did they expect people to go?

From here he was a marked man and even received summons from the institution for questioning into the reason why he was asking such radical questions to a high-ranking government official. But this did not stop him. He later transferred his calling and changed course from Kenyatta University which was by then a branch to main campus, University of Nairobi just to do politics.

After being held in various police stations across the country for 13 days, Wafula Buke was arraigned in court but pleaded not guilty on his seditious publications and was handed a four-year jail term from 1987 to March 1991. While in Kamiti, Naivasha and Bungoma prisons where he served his term, he continued plotting the struggle.

After leaving prison, Buke went as far as being trained in guerilla warfare in Uganda in an attempt to violently overthrow the one-party state, a plan which was shelved when the state relaxed its repressive laws and agreed to multi-party democracy in 1991. Buke was also hunted down in the early 90s for being associated with February Eighteenth Revolutionary Army (FERA), a ragtag militia that unsuccessfully attacked Kenya from Uganda in a failed coup attempt. Wafula Buke is currently serving as the deputy director in charge of strategy at the ODM party office.

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Dance Like No One’s Watching

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*By Mbatia Gachana*

Dancing is mostly taken as a form of expression for many only that these days it’s not a common way of expressing oneself – not as common as smiling and singing. On YouTube, TV, we often see professional dancers doing it so perfectly all in sync with the moves and even if we want to learn we can’t learn as fast. Since those perfect and sequential moves take days or even weeks in practice to master. Youths have formed dancing groups; which is really helping them in improving their talents and in many more other things in life.

Ever wondered why you’ll find a person obsessed with dancing and all he or she can say about dancing is ‘Dancing is life?’ It’s all about what dancing has made him accomplish in his or her own life leaving aside any financial gain received.

Aside from improvement in talents, dancing also gives one other benefits which include:
1.Discipline
2.Fitness
3.Peace of mind
4.Improvement in creativity etc

Discipline

Discipline often comes when one is always punctual in doing the things you’ve planned for. Planning to dance whether it’s freestyle or in practice gives you discipline as a life skill which will go a long way in enhancing discipline even in other sectors such as education.

Fitness

Going to the gym everyday and jogging every morning is good for your health. But dancing is capable of giving fitness to areas where gym and workout can’t. Adding dancing as part of your workout can give you an almost full package of fitness.

Relieving Stress

Dancing makes you tired and reduces stress about things that maybe piling up in your brains which may affect your life in a negative direction. Taking dancing as a stress reliever is a way to reduce all that tension which can pile up giving you the peace of mind you would want.

Enhancing Creativity

Dance is always evolving and as you create those moves you use creativity. Creativity becomes something in you and can also work in other areas of your life. Dance is also an art where anyone can create something extraordinary. People should dance like no one’s watching and just focus on themselves.

Song:Swae lee -Dance like no ones watching.

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Influencer of the Week: Cecilia Maina

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Meet Cecilia Maina

1. Who is Cecilia Maina?

I am the Gender and Disability Mainstreaming Secretary (DeKUTSO). I am a fourth year student at Dedan Kimathi University of Technology pursuing Bachelor of Commerce. I am a visionary person and I hope that the things that I have started in the Gender and Disability docket will have good progress when I hand them over to another leader. For example the Disability games, the sign language lessons etc.

I am also a very understanding and accommodating person and this has really made it easy for me to help students at a personal level ie giving them individualized consideration

2. Tell us what your Dekutso position is all about.

It’s all about promoting Gender equity at DeKUT and ensuring that students who are abled differently get access to all University resources without struggling. It also involves implementing progressive national and international policies regarding gender and disability in the institution.

3. When you were campaigning, what was your biggest promise to DeKUT comrades?

My biggest promise was to ensure that DeKUT gents are actively involved in gender based activities in the institution. I have achieved this through having talks that capture both genders. For example, before the covid 19 pandemic, we had a talk for both ladies and gents on 13th Feb 2020 (a day before Valentine’s day) on how we can make our relationships healthy as campus students. We also had a debate between DeKUT gents and ladies in the same month both of which turned out to be very successful.
During this Covid 19 pandemic,I have held virtual sessions for both genders to help students in solving everyday life challenges in the most appropriate manner.I held virtual sessions on how to manage stress and anxiety, how to deal with rejection and how to handle long distance relationships, all of which captured both ladies and gents.
Recently I held a virtual men’s conference whereby the topic of discussion was Men’s Mental Health especially during this time of uncertainty. I have been in a position to bring the University counselors on board, through the support of the Gender Director, to address these sensitive topics.

I have greatly involved the gents in every gender based activity that has happened during my leadership.

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4. How has your journey in leadership been so far?

Well, it has been good because I have been exposed to so many activities and instances that have sharpened my leadership skills. We say that experience is the best teacher and for sure I have learnt to handle things in the most appropriate manner.

My leadership journey has not been 100% good of course and I have faced a few challenges. First, my leadership has been greatly affected by Covid 19 since having students participating in virtual talks needs one to put extra effort as compared to when students are in the University. All in all,I have managed to bring so many students on board during the virtual sessions which have been very educative to our students.

5. These Virtual sessions that you’ve been holding, tell us more about them.

I have been holding them on WhatsApp groups as it was the preferred platform for most students. Every time I have a virtual session, I create a WhatsApp group and circulate the link to students using other WhatsApp groups and of course not all students will have the link just as in the case of any meme circulating. I always explain the purpose of the group and therefore only willing students join the group. I don’t add any student to the group even after being requested, what I do is send him or her the link and they willingly joins us. This has really made them successful because for one, the students in the group are willing to listen and ask questions. Each time the group has approximately 200 students.

The scheduled time for these virtual talks is always 8:00pm in the evening, when most students don’t have much work at home. During the talk students actively participate and what makes it easy is that the facilitator/counselor records while the students type their answers,comments and concerns. They have really been successful and at the end of the sessions, students always ask for more sessions.

6. As a proponent of gender equality, where do you think we are as DeKUT in the gender issue?

DeKUT is far much ahead when it comes to gender equality. First, no policy in DeKUT discriminates anyone just because you are a lady or a gent. All students are given equal chances to participate in all activities in the institution and access the University resources regardless of the gender. In sports, you may find that ladies don’t participate in many games as compared to the gents but it’s all a matter of choice – not discrimination.

DeKUT has also captured gender studies in its curriculum and the current first years will be taking a unit on Gender and HIV/AIDS. The institution has always ensured that no student is discriminated or harassed because of their gender.

7. Comment on the experience of being a female leader in DeKUT.

It has really been a good experience to me. I have come to realize that being a female leader, you have to be strong and stand firm with your decision because some people might even judge you wrongly just because you are a woman.

8. During your term, what is the most significant step you have taken to better the life of people living with disability in DeKUT?

For the first time this year, students living with special needs participated in Disability games held at Chuka University. We had plans of engaging in more disability games but this has not happened due to Covid 19. I hope that this will continue when everything comes back to normal. It will greatly help in implementing national and international disability policies in the institution due to the integration.

With the support of the Gender and Disability Mainstreaming Officer, I have introduced a sign language group whereby we are learning how to communicate using sign language. This will help students living with special needs communicate at ease with other students in the other Universities or even at international levels.

9. What would you tell ladies in DeKUT who would aspire to be leaders in future?

They must be assertive and go for what they want but not what other people want. If your dream is being the DeKUT president, go for it without fear. We have been given equal chances to vie for these seats whether male or female.

10. Comment on the upcoming elections.

I don’t have much to say about the upcoming elections since it’s the first time we might be conducting them online. I hope that the process will be successful and may the best team win. Everything will depend on the ECK’s decision and therefore I might not be in a position to give any go ahead on online elections.

11. Where are we as an institution in terms of reopening?

Let me first say that the University is under the Ministry of Education. This means that the decision of MOH will greatly influence how the institution will operate. Currently, the institution is doing phased reopening due to the pending exams. This is because of the MOH directives on social distancing. As I have said this is a time of uncertainty and anything can change anytime according to the MOH directive on schools reopening.

12. What’s next for you, after being in the Dekutso?

Before I was elected as the Gender and Disability Mainstreaming Secretary, I was serving as a leader in many University clubs. Therefore,my leadership will not come to an end upon retiring. My dream is to lead at national and international levels and empower women through my leadership.

13. Give a shout out to outstanding female leaders in DeKUT. Especially those you think will take over the leadership in coming days.
I’d like to give a shout out to Maureen Kagwiria, Jane Maingi, Brilliant Ruto and Violet Sirma.

14. This has been a delight. What’s your parting shot?

I would like to say that change is inevitable and we must always try our best to embrace change rather than resisting it. This is evident during this Covid 19 pandemic when we have to get used to the new normal and we are now doing almost everything online and in a different way. I would like to tell our students to continue following the MOH directives by keeping social distance, putting on their masks and sanitizing.

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Fighting Obesity in the Society

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*Daniel Mwanzia*

Society defines obesity as being fat, the medical field defines obesity as an epidemic, and I define obesity as a mental prison. Society will make you a statistic, or a target to the marketing of the diet ads, and gossip material for talk show hosts.

It is an issue that is very present in Kenya today; and for the lives that it does not claim, there is a dramatic impact forced upon them. There are other terms that are harshly used in reference to the term obese, such as fat, ugly, gross, etc.

Society has given girls with curves a complex by saying the only way to perfection is to be runway model skinny. How does a teenage girl or boy struggling with weight issues respond? The response is given to society with teenagers turning to bulimia, anorexia, and sadly enough suicide.

I feel that it is so hard for so many obese people to change their health and lose weight. There is so much information that can be misleading. Weight loss programs inform you to spend large amounts of money with the promise of weight loss success, but fail to tell you that it is short term success. When your weight returns and your money leaves, so does their support.

Society does not make beating obesity easy. Society’s pressure on men as well as women to be perfect has created a path for eating disorders, depression, social isolation, etc. These issues can be just as deadly as obesity; this proving true for my friend this past year, losing her battle with anorexia and bulimia. Society called her fat in high school, so she started a path of not eating, throwing up every bite of food she ate, taking laxatives, creating a war within her body and her mind. My friend lost her life trying to be accepted by society.

The answer to obesity is not losing weight for love or acceptance. The answer to obesity is working hard to achieve a healthy body, so that you can live a long life with the ones who already love and accept you for the individual that you are. Obesity is a deadly force, but one that can be fought; and It is a battle which can be won through education and support in place of criticism and mocking.

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THE CRUEL STREETS

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*By Caroline Gichuki*

What is your immediate reaction when a street child passes near you? Probably we clutch our purses and wallets closer to us. If we have kids, we pull them closer to us to keep them away from the street child and other times we cross over to the other side of the road. Why? It is totally a normal human being’s reaction. We consider them dangerous and undeserving to be in the society. Well maybe what they say about street children is true – they are thieves, they are drug abusers, they smell, they are unscrupulous, etc. However, we have never thought to look at what brought them to where they are. It is true that homes have been set up for them but why do we still have street children out there? Have we ever wondered what it is that brought these kids to the streets? I thought about it and I came up with the following story. I hope it inspires you to change your view on street children.

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I watch them pass by as they look at me. They are watching me write something down on paper.  Some look at me pitifully while others look at me with contempt. I observe some children playing outside their mothers’ shops. I wonder if my kids will ever get such a chance. Beautiful, sophisticated young girls pass by and they look at me pitifully. Do they know that I am as young as them? Do they know that if given a chance I can dress up like them and look sophisticated? Do they know I wish to be like them, to laugh as if I have no cares in this world? I am only a young girl who is being forced by circumstances to live in the streets – begging and waiting for kind passersby to give me something with which to feed my two babies in the evening. The world is said to be a cruel place but I think it has been even crueler on me. Good Samaritans sometimes give me some food; others give me second-hand clothes. I just wish one of them would try to sit by me on the verandah stairs and listen to me and to my story. I wish they would not look at me and think how dirty and used up I am. 

My name is Jane. I have been living in and off the streets since I was thirteen years old. I am an only child. My father abandoned us when we were still very young leaving mother with the burden of raising me on her own. Ours was a hand to mouth kind of life. The little money mother got from tilling people’s farms she spent on getting us the meager basic needs. It was often not enough and sometimes we had to take only one meal a day – a cup of porridge in the morning, which would last till the next morning. Were it not for the free primary education announced by the president, I would never have set foot into a classroom. However, getting new uniforms for me was an uphill task for mother, so I had to make do with second hand clothes donated by our neighbors. My clothes were often sewed by mother and when we could spare some few coins we would take them to the tailor who would sew patches on them.  

Mother remarried, or rather, another man came into mother’s life and he became my new daddy. He was Kimani, a very brutal man. He beat up mother ruthlessly and she had to persevere. After all, he bought us food and even some clothes. Mother and I were very close. I was her little princess. Though I was still very young, I could see how she suffered in the hands of that ruthless man. I could see the painful tears as they fell down and the compressed anger. I could see the sacrifice, the big sacrifice she made so that her child could at least get some food and a roof over her head. 

One evening, it was very cold. Dark clouds had been forming all afternoon and by late evening, rain started falling. It rained heavily and he got home drunk and agitated as usual. We ran to our room when we heard him shout mother’s name. “Mama Jane you think I am one to wait outside my door for you to open? I provide for you and your good for nothing child,” he said to mother. “Baba….” Mom tried to explain. But she was stopped by the hot slap that landed on her face. That day he beat mother mercilessly. I ran and hid under the bed as mother always told me to do when he started fighting. I could hear mother’s cries for help amidst the slaps and kicks that landed on her. Till date, I still hear her screams. I shed so many tears when I recall the day. Where were the neighbors? Why did they not come to help mom yet they heard her scream? When it was all over and all was silent, I ran to check on mom. She was beaten up badly, disheveled and unconscious, I held her hands tightly hoping to see her open her eyes. I watched as her breathing slowed. I watched as she took her last breath. I was only twelve years old then.

Things happened so fast that I did not even get time to comprehend them. Police officers came, bundled up mom’s body, received some bribe from my evil stepfather and left.  Mother’s death was made to look like it was caused by an attack from thugs. The villagers came for the burial, sympathized with us and left. The nerve they had to come for the burial yet they listened silently as my mother was brutally murdered. None of them was brave enough to confront Kimani for his actions. Why? Because he gave them occasional jobs to till his pieces of land? Did that make him untouchable? After mom’s burial, Kimani kicked me out of his house and brought another woman to live in his house. 

Blood is thicker than water – or so I thought. I sought help from mom’s relatives and all of them sent me away. I was only a burden to them. Guess when you are in trouble, no one wants to be associated with you. That is how I ended up leaving in the streets. I remember my first night out in the cruel cold night, I lay on some used up sacks outside a well-lit shop. Despite the light, it was a scary night, drunkards passed by shouting like mad people and when the police were on patrol I had to run away into the darkness as I feared being arrested.

During the day I would wait for the county trash lorry to drop off the collected litter of the day and run to grab some food left overs to eat. I was not the only one as there were other street children so it was a scramble for survival. Sometimes, when lucky, I would make it out with an expired loaf of bread and I would run away fast before the other street children came to snatch it from me. It was a cruel world. I mentioned I have two children. When I began living in the streets I was a young girl, very naïve and innocent – the best prey for lustful men. 

One night as I lay on some old rags outside the shop, a white Land Cruiser came to a halt. A man got off the car, Mr. X. He was a stout, well-built man. He walked towards me. He gave me an offer that a desperate naïve girl could not resist. He offered to give me a job as a maid in his house. There was an assurance of food and a roof over my head. I could not possibly refuse. His house was large and very beautiful. His wife was a kind lady. I felt like the heavens had answered my prayers. My joy was short-lived.

One night when his wife was away on some family business, he came into my room and had his way with me. I was scared and he threatened to kill me if I told his wife anything. I suffered silently until one day I began feeling weak. I found myself vomiting occasionally. I decided to go for a checkup at the nearby clinic and the result was that I was expectant. I had mixed feelings, how would I raise a child yet I was only a child myself? Would Mr. X take responsibility for the child? When I broke the news to Mr. X, he threw me out of his house giving a deaf ear my incessant pleas for him to take pity on me. I was back to the cruel streets again, now with a child in my womb. I was only fourteen years then.

It was the same routine all over again. Scramble for food during the day, run away from the cops, beg for food from people and wait for shops to close down so that I can sleep out on the verandah. I was all alone in this cruel world. When my belly started to show, well-wishers began giving me some clothes and occasional food. When the time came, a Good Samaritan helped me get admitted into the hospital and I gave birth to my little boy. I left the hospital the following day. As if that was not enough, when my son was only two years, a drunken man came calling and he took advantage of me. I was expectant once more. This time I gave birth on the streets with the help of some street children. I was disgusted with myself and wished to die but I had to persevere for the sake of my two sons.

They have been raised and bred in the streets. They are now five and three years old respectively. They have not drunk cow milk or taken Weetabix like other normal babies but they are healthy. To fend for them I have had to do odd jobs. During the day, I toil under the hot burning sun just to get a few pennies to buy them bread at the end of the day. It pains me to watch my kids put out their hands to beg for alms from people. I know that their fathers are out there living their best lives not thinking of the damage they caused me or the little children who carry their blood. Every evening we have a spot outside a grocery shop where we sit as we look at the passersby. I almost shed tears when a little girl takes an apple from her mother and brings it to us and says “Take”. I accept it quickly in fear that she may change her mind. Her mother looks at us and I can almost read her mind. She is probably saying that I deserve the suffering for engaging in irresponsible sexual behavior at such a young age. Asking for alms is a difficult task because people either hurl insults at me or others just walk past me without even giving me a second glance.

Over the years I have grown to despise humanity but at the same time, I still depend on their mercy. I detest being pitied but if that is what will drive people to give me some few pennies or some little food then I welcome pity wholeheartedly in my life. I have dreams like all other people. I want to be self-independent and fend for myself but nobody is willing to give me that chance. After all, they will not gain anything from it. I want to better my education but how will I do that if I can’t even afford to get a shelter for my children. 

I have written this because out here it is a cruel world. You never know what may happen, one minute you may be alive the next minute you are dead. You see the street children inhaling glue, you think they are dirty but they are just trying to get themselves high as a temporary reprieve from the harsh reality they live in. Every human being has a story and street children are also human beings. Behind every street child there is a story that explains how they got to the streets. I have written down my story but only in a crappy old book. No one will ever read it.  Who would want to know what a street child has got to say? My story is not unique, there are other street girls out there with a story like mine but I dream that one day people will not walk on the other side of the road just because I am a street child. I dream that one day a pretty humanitarian journalist will walk towards me accompanied by camera men and will listen to my story. If everyone sought to help just one street child, the country, the world would not have any street children. Instead, there would be well fed and healthy kids who give stories of how they were saved from the cruel streets.

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DEKUT HAS DONE IT AGAIN

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On the night of 19th September 2020, Jackson Kipruto (Not the real name), a fourth-year student at Dedan Kimathi University pursuing a degree in Nursing, was staring at his Dell Laptop before he flipped it closed. He had read enough of what he could that night in preparation for his final exams.

The winds of Eldoret highlands were whizzing through his slightly opened window, keeping the lids of his eyes as open as a day. Deep in his mind, he had measured his life with coffee and movies in his hometown. He was just glad to be alive. His younger sister had been trapped in Nairobi when Covid-19 came without knocking doors.

His career in nursing hasn’t been a walk in the conservancy. You could see that written with huge fonts on the memo that the school had sent him, asking him to report to school on the 21st of September 2020 amid the Covid-19 twist. His wasn’t a case to ponder over. It was a move by the school without questions, the thrill that comes along when you are suddenly pushed into a swimming pool from behind.

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Monica, 168 km away and listening to some local radio station, did not have a different story to tell in 2020. She was a finalist in Actuarial Science at Dedan Kimathi University. She remembers the day she received a link to a Zoom meeting with the admin concerning her degree. A meeting that would resolve to have her and her classmates report to school on 21st September so she could take her exams.

She wasn’t worried about the short notice for she knew she can tackle her final units with the energy it deserves. She was just scared that his dad would not manage to raise the finances to cater for her stay in school. Covid-19 had not smiled with her family, they are still struggling to make ends meet.

Further, her mum is scared that she may go to school and contact the virus there. Monica would never forgive herself for bringing the virus home from school in the name of pursuing education. But there wasn’t anything to do. She had thrown enough tantrums in her class whatsup group. But nobody was there to catch her.

0n the afternoon of 7th October, a meeting was convened by the dean of science in regards to the school reopening. In a memo written by the Dean of Science Dedan Kimathi University on 8th October 2020 and addressed to the BSc Actuarial Science 2017 group, students in their final year were asked to make arrangements to report to the university on October 14th, 2020. this date was matching with the day the ministry of education was to issue a go ahead concerning phased reopening.

To your surprise, there are students at the Dedan Kimathi University of Technology waiting to do their exams as of 5th October, this year.

What is happening on the insides of DEKUT’s walls?

In the insides of a classic apartment known as Sunrise Hostels are male students under strict observation. Only one comrade can stay in a single room at a cost of Ksh. 4500. Those that could not raise the charges had the option of selling their cows to a Hindu guy and get the money or they can write an explanatory essay to the school, highlighting their financial potential. The movement here is restricted, you would confuse the university with a military camp, in a bid to enforce a 10 days quarantine advocated by the school. Students are required to prepare their meals or order foods from the school’s cafeteria at their cost.

Less than a kilometer away,  scores of girls are under surveillance and locked on the insides of Catholic Hostels. They are sweating off their efforts to save themselves from the snares of the final exams. Armed with masks and words of concern that the school gave a deaf ear, they have submitted their fate to whatever comes may. Whether they will have had enough time to revise for the exams is not a school’s concern.

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Dedan Kimathi University requires these students in the school with unclear conditions to have paid their school fees to completion before the exam date. Those that depend on HELB loan will gnash their teeth and pray harder to their God. Those that had their breadwinners lose jobs will have to scratch their backs harder. Even after calling a meeting to negotiate the stay and the exams, their efforts bore no fruits.

Meanwhile, the hazy Professor in charge of the ministry of education is busy making memes at the face of press cameras. With uncertainties prevailing, going back to school is worth a second thought, if at all we care about the lives of our people. While the national guidelines concerning the reopening of schools are yet to be provided, students of Nursing, Actuarial science, and Tourism at Dedan Kimathi University are telling another story. Before you start questioning the legality of this situation, I wish to inform you that Dekut is armed with digital thermometers, spacious rooms, and CCTV cameras to administer and monitor final exams to the above-named comrades.

It takes one virus to shut down the entire world. Just one virus to send everyone home and leave every door shut. But it takes only one school to silence the law, fears, and facts of the virus. Welcome to Dedan Kimathi University.

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ABOUT LAST NIGHT

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*By Pretty Prue*

Sheila’s POV

Finally it was Friday night and my two besties, Ameelina and Joan had convinced me to try out the new renovated club in town, Zero 19. We had just ordered various cocktails and some tequila to spike the taste. I couldn’t resist the urge to scan the place – one guy in particular caught my attention.

He was seated at a corner with a few other guys, probably his friends. His sophisticated class of elegance plus the way he seemed to have an invisible domineering power made him outstanding.

At one point, he caught me staring at him and winked – smirking in between. I tried to block off how this was having an effect on me but failed.
“Is it hot in here?”I say to my gurrlls trying to look for a distraction. “Wewe Sheila umeanza kutrip,” Joan chirps back at me. I pout back at her and excuse myself to go touch up my makeup.

As I try to navigate my way, I catch his attention and I can feel his hard stare on me. I feel him watching my every step, invading my self space and confidence. I finally make it to the lady’s room and slam the door leaning against it, eyes closed.

I had just began feeling light headed so I head for the wash basin and turn the faucet on letting the cold water wash over my face. I try tracing my hand towel but I can’t seem to find it so I look around and I stand dumbfounded, not moving.

Jayson’s POV

I was completely mesmerized by her beauty; seated over there sipping all that poison. For a second I wished I was the tequila on her lips. When I saw her heading for the lady’s room I knew I had to make a move. So I waited for her to get there first and trailed back. I carefully opened and closed the door, locking it.

She is bent over, too preoccupied to notice my intrusion. Her skirt lifted up a bit revealing her pink lingerie. The lace tracing her exposed her round sizeable booty. I had to resist the urge to grab it. I stare for a second, wild, naughty thoughts running in my mind .

I try to regain my cool.

She tries looking for something and I instantly grab the hand towel she is aiming for, enjoying her futile search. She looks around and stares speechless. Her lips are parted. How I wish I could bite them.

“Are you looking for this?”, I dangle the piece of clothing in front of her. This gets her in action trying to snatch it from my hand. “It’s mine,” she shouts, annoyed.

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“Come get it,” I tease her. She comes forward ready to claim it. But she loses control and I hold her – steadying her. Her eyes are searching, wondering what just happened. She looks at me lost in her thoughts perhaps feeling my hard features against her soft ones. She bites her cherry lips, fidgeting. The strawberry scent emanating from her is so alluring.

“Why were you staring at me?”I tease her more. Her cheeks turn red and she tries to avoid my gazing stare.

“I wasn’t staring at you,” she tries to argue. She is failing miserably. “Did you want me to kiss you?” I whisper into her ear. This gets her annoyed and she tries to break free but I quickly hold her tightly and kiss her lips intensely, pinning her hands onto the wall.

She fights me off but I keep provoking her, parting her lips. She gives in and let’s my tongue explore her, kissing me back, her hands circling my neck – needing more, her bust massaging my hard features.

I hold her hands with one of mine and start exploring with the other, cupping her lower butt cheeks… grabbing ’em. A gasp escapes her and this gets me wild and aggressive.

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I effortlessly lift her up, straddling her legs on my waist… my lips still planted on hers… tasting. I bite her lips playfully and head for her ear lobe; licking its tip and torturing her with my tongue…

‘Your mama never warned you to stay away from strangers,” I chuckle. This earns a reaction, she pulls my Afro curly hair… pushing my face into the middle of her big bust after lifting her crop top up, trying to suffocate me with it.

I grin… she messed up with the wrong one. I bite her exposed nipple from the edge of her laced bra. She moans out in painful pleasure – still shocked from the turn of events.

I carry her off and ease her on the counter sink, lifting off her top. Her bust exposed to me, I unhook her bra easily and enjoy how her boobs pop out freely.

I cup one in my hand and start sucking on the other… Licking her nipples… nibbling… teasing. She pulls my hair, enjoying the pleasure. I lower myself and get on my knees… sliding her thong off. I start licking her moist warm bud. Letting my tongue taste her liquids. She shoves my head in between her thighs closing my face up.

I suddenly get up and order her to get on her knees. This takes her by surprise but she goes ahead. Her submissive nature intrigues me. I fetch out my cock and force it into her mouth. She starts sucking it slowly, adjusting it’s massive size in between her lips.

I pull her hair and shove her head forward to make her mouth fit in my whole prick. I ram her head in and out as I move accordingly. I lift her and pin her onto the counter sink – holding her head against it. I part her legs and thrust inside her coochie, my prick enjoying how her pussy walls tighten with every thrust.

“Fuck me harder,” she pleads.

I start pounding inside her intensely pulling on her hair, her round butt bouncing. I grab on ’em and send a resounding spank on one of ’em.
“Yasssss… mmmmmmmh ….ahhhhhhh..Don’t stop,” she moans out loud
“You want more bitch!” I say harshly. I lift her up still inside her and grab on her boobs forcefully – her back leaning on my chest.

I cup her mouth with the other. I’m ramming inside her like crazy.
“Aaaaaaaaaaah yeaaah. I wanna cum,” I grunt. Her eyes are closed, lost in the pleasures, her head railing back…her braided hair flowing in waves ….

“Make me cum bitch,” I say harshly. She holds her titties out grabbing on them, rubbing on them. “Fuuuuuuck me am your little nasty bitch,” she purrs out maliciously.

I can feel my shaft ready to jet out. I withdraw it and order her to kneel down. I hold it out and cum into her mouth. She swallows every drop and licks the drip on her lips. “Mmmmmmmmh…..tasty,”she moans.

I lift her up on her toes and order her to dress up. She looks around stricken.

I motion her to the door somebody is trying to break in. “Sheila, are you in there? Are you OK?,” a deep husky voice calls out, worried. “Shit, that’s my boyfriend,” I freak out.

“Boyfriend,” he chuckles mockingly. But I don’t have time for such judgmental critics. Shit I didn’t even catch his name. I try collecting my garments hurriedly coz anytime the door will give in and this guy that just smashed me ain’t even helping.

I finally recollect myself fully dressed and just in time for my boyfriend to sweep me up in a hug. I can feel his scornful stare on me since my back is turned to him and I can’t see him.

“Trevor, am fine,” I try to convince him. He finally let go of me and faces the stranger, pissed off.

“Did he try to hurt you?” he asks me. “No he didn’t….”,I try to defend him but why do i even bother…but am cut off by the stranger’s response. “She passed out and as a gentleman I was just helping her out,” he blurts out.
“You should really watch out for your senorita she could have hurt herself,” he states sarcastically staring at me with that grin. My stupid boyfriend seems to buy this and he shakes the stranger’s hand in appreciation. The stranger walks out without staring back.

I get a sinking feeling as he walks away.

Amelina and Joan stare at me doubtfully but I just wink at them. I know they called Trevor worried about me. My boyfriend leads me to the car and we drive back home silently.

But my thoughts are filled with nasty memories of what just happened.

THE END!!!

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Hopeless 3: Control

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21/09/2020

This is a continuation of last week’s article, Hopeless 2. In case you missed it, click here to read it.

Darkness clouded my mind yet thy light blinded me
It was a day that was beautifully dark 
And with no knowledge of what lay ahead of me, 
In thy trap I fell silently 
You were my life yet my death 
Clarity was never a part of me when you were around 
Sadly, you were never really around.                                   - Dayana Sylus

Above is my apology for the long time’s, almost a month, silence. I hope you accept my apology (lol). Now back to business.

There are days when I wish that I had total control over my life. For instance, I wish I could control when I can and can’t breathe (this is just a symbolic comparison of the very important things that I wish I could control but I can’t). We all have that one part of our lives that we wish we could control but we just can’t. I’ve thought about this for a while now and to be honest, the more I think about it, the more I am grateful that we don’t have total control over our lives. You know why? Because life, to some extent, would suck.

Look at this scenario, if you had absolute control over your life, then there would be no need of co-existing with each other. We wouldn’t need each other because each one of us would have their lives figured out and so controlled. Everyone would have what they want with no struggle at all. Don’t get me wrong about this. I’m not saying that struggling is good, I’m saying that it is not bad. Let me show you why struggle is not bad just because it is not good.

How do you feel when you succeed after struggling? Doesn’t it give you the psyche to strive harder and overcome more? Don’t you feel happy, fulfilled and satisfied? Doesn’t it boost your confidence?

So, back to the big question: “How do you mold your life with the current situation as a person and generally as a country?”

Accept the fact that life is not what we wish for it to be all the time. You wish that your people would just accept what you want to do with your life and support you instead of pressurizing you into something or someone you are not. Sorry friend, the possibility of that happening is … (you know better). So, what do you do? Give up and move with the flow? Well, this is actually easier, after all you will have a brighter future with a high paying job (if you are lucky enough not to tarmac for long or at all) and who knows, maybe that money will buy you the happiness you once lost. Easy, right? Yes, it is that easy to lose your purpose, to lose yourself and to lose your vision.

We all want good lives (I do, in case you don’t) and as of now, money is a ticket to good life (I won’t argue against that) but the amount of money that makes your life good is your decision. It is up to you to design how good your life is and with what amount of money because we all want different things in life. Stop setting your life standards based on the societal expectations or societal standards. You will live a sad life. We cannot and we will never all be millionaires or have white collar jobs or drive the most expensive cars, but we all can have a beautiful life as per our description of what a beautiful life is.

(I am not motivating you. I am stating the simple facts that no one or very few will accept and agree to).

I stop here for tonight. Tomorrow is another day God-willing. Before I post the next article, think about what you have just read because it forms the basis of molding my/your life.

Keep commenting, voting and asking for more if interested. Thank you so much for those supporting me. Thank you. (0759405472 & diananyawira.dn15@gmail.com – text or email your comments/likes/dislikes/requests. Feel free)

Have a lovely night.

– Dayana Sylus

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Juvenile Politicians

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*By Concerned Comrade John Gwambo*

Most if not all of those who consider themselves “young” elected leaders in Kenya are a generational disaster. Whether they are members of the county assemblies, national assembly or senate, or whether they are allied to tangatanga, kieleweke, Nasa coalition or whatever bit is left of it, they constitute men and women who stand for nothing when it comes to greater ideals of leadership and the making of nations.

The current state of affairs in the political parties including the ongoing purge in the Jubilee leadership has exposed our young elected leaders for what they truly are, an inconsequential and dispensable support cast.

Instead of greater courses and principles, the lives of this crop of young leaders revolve around three individuals; Uhuru Kenyatta, Raila Odinga and William Ruto. Take away these three names and our young elected leaders in both houses of parliament will be at a loss and that’s because most of them stand for someone instead of something.

Kenya has seen and known young elected leaders in the past who stood for the country and greater ideals. Mwai Kibaki and Tom Mboya were industrious cabinet ministers in their early thirties and both shaped the destiny of Kenya after independence in their respective fields, Mwai Kibaki in economics and Tom Mboya in politics.

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Then came the seven bearded sisters of the parliament of the late 70s and early 80s, a small group of radical members of parliament that kept the authoritarian KANU executive on check and parliament accountable. The youthful MPs were mostly elected for the first time to parliament in 1979 and they included James Orengo, Koigi Wa Mwere, Mwachegu Wa Machofi, Chibule Wasuna, Wasike Ndambi and Lawrence Sifuna. Of note again these leaders were younger than today’s generation of young leaders but they made a statement because they stood for something but not someone.

Finally came the young Turks of late 80s and early 90s, these young leaders were brought together not by individuals but greater courses, political reforms and most specifically the quest for multi-party system of governance. Even though there were many political giants around them like Masinde Muliro, Martin Shikuku, Kenneth Matiba and Jaramogi Oginga Odinga, it is their commitment to greater course and not individuals that made the young Turks stand out. It is these young leaders that proceeded to grant Kenya a vibrant parliament between 1992 and 1997 with the likes of James Orengo, Martha Karua, Anyang’ Nyong’o, Fara Malim, Mukhisa Kituhyi, Rashid Mzee and Paul Muite among others looking for all the paths and worthy alternatives to the KANU government.

Fast forward and draw a comparison if any today, when our alternative leaders – the young elected politicians are out shooting people in pubs like wild hunters, they are invoking God’s name and exhausting the entire text of the holy scriptures in zealous devotion to narrow courses. When they are not lining up for government contracts, they are lining up for handouts ahead of weekends of running political errands. Short term goals are the aim of these present day elected young leaders. They see politics not as an opportunity to serve but a self-serving avenue to unaccounted wealth and unchecked power, some of them as a result would not pass a random life style audit today. Most of them by the shear appetite quite frankly represent a gluttonous future that should be avoided by Kenyans.

Without a course, without ideals its not enough to be young.

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