Showing posts with label Politricks. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Politricks. Show all posts

Monday, March 8, 2021

FEARS OF A DYNASTY

The Khmer Rouge regime in Cambodia headed by Pol Pot, and one of the most brutal regimes in history, pushed everyone to the countryside to do manual work. It didn't matter your station in life, your education or what you preferred. This was an extreme human experiment in Marxism that had a major impact on Cambodia's economy for many years, long after the regime had been overthrown. About 2m people died of pestilence, malnutrition, exhaustion or were executed during that nefarious experiment.

Watching how the Dynasty-Hustler narrative is morphing into a common mwananchi's strife here at home, my brain starts to concoct all sorts of scenarios. We've recently seen stories of Boda Boda guys burning people's vehicles and livestock while chanting "down with the dynasties!". Basically anyone who appears to have a little float, a small business, a farm, a kamjengo is now, in the eyes of the unwashed masses, a dynasty. You're being goaded to choose a side and be ready to die for picking it. If you don't pick, one will be picked for you after a superficial assessment of your fortunes.
I get apprehensive how this would play out if the poor uneducated hustler was unleashed on the equally struggling 'dynasty', who, as has been repeatedly harped, is one salary or one sickness away from destitution and extreme poverty.

 My (irrational?) fears show me that at some point -once the hustlers take charge- we shall be handed wheelbarrows and repatriated to the rural areas for backbreaking work. Will my dynasty friends with their well manicured feet, a skin care regimen and air-conditioned offices survive this hustler life? Even my health and fitness enthusiasts will not be amused pushing wheelbarrows full of stones endlessly, with little rest and a measly meal. All along under the watchful eye of a sadistic, nyahunyo-wielding former-BodaBoda-operator-turned-supervisor.

As Robert Nester Marley famously crooned,

Many more will have to suffer
Many more will have to die
Don't ask me why
 
That said, Boda Boda riders are a threat to this country's stability. Slay that beast ASAP!

 #musings

TRIBES OR INDIVIDUALS? 254

"We didn't elect a tribe. We elected an individual", declared a man of the cloth somberly, while receiving appreciative applause from his audience.
His reaction and many others came after UK threw down the gauntlet on the raging Dynasty-Hustler narrative and introduced the idea of a rotational presidency amongst Kenyan communities. Any self-respecting hustler sympathizer could not let this assault on a carefully crafted political narrative go unchallenged. With this statement, UK gave a clarion call to the dynasty side, which for months had been looking rudderless. Hustlers 1-2 Dynasty.

My opening line begs the question: why are tribes so much invested in election outcomes if one of their own is a candidate? My answer is: because we vote tribes. Our political contests are tribal-based. Our reward system after winning is tribal. The trauma of loss is felt by entire tribes.

The tribe for the early man was a bastion of security, an entity where trust and goodwill prevailed and where values were crafted and taught for the betterment of all. As societies became more complex and division of labor became necessary, tribal organization was one way to achieve structure in leadership, harmony and ensure generational succession.
The tribe was seen as that protective blanket against aggression and had men dedicated to protecting resources- be it grazing rights, water resources, farmlands and even fishing territories. 
Some tribes morphed into powerful kingdoms militarily, that conquered and dominated other weaker ones, assimilating them while destroying their culture and identity.

Colonial East Africa became one of the stages for the Anglo-Saxon tribe to pitch tent, pilfer resources and lord over existing tribes. Colonialism weakened existing tribal organizations especially where there was direct rule, the territory known as Kenya being one such place. The colonial masters introduced the idea of a territory, then later a nation named Kenya, and put in place their own administrative structures. For effective governance, it was in their interest to weaken the culture and values of the existing tribes, something they achieved through brute force, collaboration, missionary work and western education. 

By the time we attained independence, what was left of the precolonial tribes was basically language and a few vestiges of culture. The few elderly purveyors of the old order, who were considered animist and backward by the emerging educated generation, were shunned and disregarded. Western teachings and practices, with only a slight tinge of the traditional, became the accepted path for many.

And thus died the precolonial tribe.
We can argue that the imperialists, by design or as an aftermath of their colonial experiment, created a new tribe named Kenya, held together by western education, practices and institutions. Or so many thought.

It was expected that, post-independence, this identity would be the fabric that held together the people of Kenya irrespective of their backgrounds, as they undertook the work of building a self governing nation while fighting illiteracy, poverty and disease.

In the neighboring Tanzania the leadership quickly and deliberately harnessed the new identity of mTanzania. Nationality was intentionally placed way above ethnicity. This legacy of Mwalimu Nyerere has prevailed to this day. His adoption of socialism (ujamaa) may have been the reason why he was able to temper ethnic interests. It is a demonstration of how leadership can leave an enduring legacy.

The tribe named Kenya was however very shaky from inception. Tensions between the founding fathers, sectarian and political interests and rabid capitalism snowballed into a dysfunctional tribe. A tribe comprised of pockets of people who felt marginalized or unequally representated in the sharing of the national cake. A tribe where some suffered fewer opportunities in the economy because of their last name. Add to that toxic political rivalries, that exploited ethnic identities, fractured the bonds irretrievably. 

 Kenya hasn't fully succeeded in integrating the various ethnic outfits that constitute it. The few efforts made have been lackluster and eventually stillborn. It's not surprising how the numbers of public servants per community reflect the regime in power since independence.
A leader will be on one lectern preaching tribe Kenya and later in a political rally promoting ethnic bigotry.

President Obama's speech while visiting Kenya, and delivered on 26th July 2015 -an excerpt:

"As in America -- and so many countries around the globe -- economic growth has not always been broadly shared. Sometimes people at the top do very well, but ordinary people still struggle. Today, a young child in Nyanza Province is four times more likely to die than a child in Central Province -- even though they are equal in dignity and the eyes of God. That's a gap that has to be closed. (Applause.) A girl in Rift Valley is far less likely to attend secondary school than a girl in Nairobi. That's a gap that has to be closed. (Applause.) "

The aftermath of our fixation with ethnicity is that it becomes an advantage or a disadvantage in a Kenyan's life's journey. It's a tag you carry around from birth to death. It can determine if you'll be accorded or denied a job, a scholarship, a government tender or even a tenancy. During elections, it can even get you killed. 

It creates ethnic privilege and disenfranchisement. For example if jobs and tenders are given based on ethnicity, financial inflows to the beneficiary's home region will happen. The beneficiary will employ people from his region, set up businesses and this will make his home economy more robust.

My opinion? As it stands we indeed do elect subtribes of the Kenyan tribe.
Our generation, despite having more exposure than our forebearers, hasn't changed much. 

Maybe the next one will succeed. Maybe the intermarriages will help. Maybe our tribal tensions will simmer to a point of civil strife, after which we'll reengineer tribe Kenya, the way Rwanda did. On this last one I'd wish to be wrong.

OF POLITICAL DEBTS IN THE 254

One thing that BBI should have included is the issue of unpaid political debts and how to pay them, as we move the country to that coveted spot next to South Korea.

There has been a lot of noise and disquiet about the political deni the Hasla is 'owed' for having supported Kamwana. There's also another one - the infamous MoU- that Emilio reneged on with Tinga. 

A solution exists though, one which I should have presented to those ageing patriots who crisscrossed the country seeking fresh solutions to our murky politics. A solution that will pacify the current protagonists and put everything to rest for good. To pay the two outstanding debts in 2022 (and any other debts that may be accrued in future coalitions), just split that vote basket into two and give each their half ajisort. That way they can now focus on hunting for the rest across the republic.

No voting should take place. Just compile the number of total registered voters in the region, divide by two and tell Chebukati to transmit to that server in France.

Send the incumbent there to convince the peasantry to continue tending to their shambas and milking their cows on voting day, since he's undertaken to clear outstanding debts on their behalf. 

The two protagonists should thereafter sign a treaty, witnessed by the muthamaki, affirming that all political debts have been paid irrevocably, and pledging never to whine again about unrequited political endorsements #musings

Monday, September 19, 2016

SIASA 101

To the political neophytes out there who think they will just drive back to their villages in 2012 and seek leadership positions, I got news for you -its not an easy ride!
Kenyan politics are messy and in the middle of it all you may miss your corner office, up on the 8th floor of your previous trade. Things are murky, unpredictable and can turn ugly. Your life is under scrutiny, so if you have skeletons that you would rather they remained buried, do not venture.
You will need to shout yourself hoarse. You will need to dance yourself silly. You will need to take buffoonery to a whole new level. Mike Sonko and Simon Mbugua may have set the bar but you will need to outdo them.
Below i have prepared for you a beginners' manual on what you need to start doing before August(?) or whatever time those many squabbling fools decide to be the date:
  1. Start attending Harambees -church, women groups, educational. Make sure to give speeches in proper vernacular, (not the anglicized one that you use in the city), laced with proverbs, wise sayings and quotations. Throw in a couple of bawdy jokes. The unwashed love them. Get a pet subject to hammer into your listeners e.g. market for our produce
  2. Dress like an elder, with the full political regalia -walking stick or fly-whisk, a suit or a flowery shirt on hot day, the godfather cap and shoes you can dance with
  3. Form a youth group and sponsor soccer and other tournaments. Make sure the trophy is by your name. The Yumbs Yumbz Excellence Shield :)
  4. Start a foundation and join a caucus of 'business leaders' of your region. Attend regularly, wine and dine them thoroughly and listen to their very poor ideas. Make sure they inject money into your campaign, with a promise of tenders, positions and other favors once you assume office
  5. Bribe a couple of journalists to cover your humble events and ensure newspaper columnist tout you as the 'man to watch'. We are in bad financial times. Hell, no journalist would reject some 'token'
  6. Appear in a melee where houses/kiosks/structures were to be demolished and have choice words for the local authority/govt. If there is a fire, make sure you are right nest to it, red in the face and foaming in the mouth, lamenting the inefficiencies of the local council
  7. Bribe the OCS to arrest you for 'disturbing the peace' when in essence you were protesting land grabbing. Ensure the clamor for your release is well covered. In private have the OCS, the provincial admin, the village elders in your payroll
  8. Read the mood of your tribe and fight for nomination on the popular ticket. Remember you could win the nomination and still have your opponent cleared by the National Secretariat. Have your man on your payroll to look out for your interests up there. If you lose seek nomination in a neutral party and engage in an aggressive door-to-door campaign
  9. hire a bunch of idle youths, get them thoroughly drunk and ensure they heckle your opponent's rallies, making him look unpopular
  10. Get a local musician to mention you in his vernacular songs and appear in his cheap VCDs looking stately and patting his back condescendingly
  11. Lastly NEVER use substantial amounts from your own pocket. You may need the money after loosing, which is highly likely for a newbie. If anything, when the tell-tale signs show an imminent loss, cut down on your campaign budget and recoup whatever you can

Good luck, son.