I said somewhere I am reading Zola’s the earth. It’s such a work!
Somewhere he writes
Is misfortune ever at an end? This universal suffrage, now, it don’t bring meat to the pot, does it? The land tax weighs us down, they keep on taking our children to fight. It’s not a bit of use having revolutions, it’s six of one and half a dozen of the other, and a peasant always remains a peasant.
And for some reason, this would almost reflect the situation of the poor in Kenya. First, the concern of most people is food. I would call it the politics of food. In place of land tax, I would name the many varied taxes the thieving government imposes on the working classes. And maybe, one would almost conclude elections don’t help us. The poor almost always remain poor.
Scipio, in Cicero’s Tusculian disputations, defines the people as
a community bound together by the sense of common rights and mutual benefits.
Are members of the political class bound with the other citizens in mutual benefits and common rights or do they occupy different spheres and as such when we talk about the people, we really have different groups in mind?
A columnist in one of our dailies has written an article that, would be, for any government be seen as a threat. What it has resulted in is idjits on twitter calling for the arrest of the journalist. Apart from being ignorant assholes, they remind me of the fact that governments; all of them, secular or religious fear ideas and their representatives than thieves.
I call these Kenyans idiots because they have put in a government that has excelled in corruption, land grabbing, stifling of free speech and any criticism of the government is reduced to tribal vendetta, what fools!
Now, it is pretense to claim we are a unified nation when every dispute, intellectual or otherwise gets resolved along tribal considerations.
Do I want secession? Do I want violence? I don’t know but if a case could be made for both, I would listen to their proponents.
This is to remind the idjits calling for Ndii’s arrest to wake up and get their shitty brains from their arses and use it for what it was meant, thinking!
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