Land 'o Graft

"It's our turn to eat!"

"Which community gets the largest share of the national cake?"

"Our leaders are chosen by god! We must pray for their well-being and not belittle them!"

"This is Kenya!"

Of course it is; does one expect to be in some planet of the apes in the anus of the solar system? Or, oh dear, might it be that the country is a sewer inhabited by giant flies?

Such is life in a country which prides itself to be independent while continually bleeding itself dry to take on ever more massive infrastructural white elephants. Of course, only an independent nation would submit to the yoke of endless foreign debt. Some independence that is!

Freedom, clustered on roads that are a colonial relic, in a country where dirt roads and potholes are as common as ants in sugar. Such is beautiful freedom. Traveling? Forget that - nut to butt outside some western embassy queueing for visas to escape this...freedom? 

You could be white and have maggots crawling out of your heinie, but the girls in this free paradise will line up to stick their noses way up there, where the sun don't shine, if only for a little attention from some "white boy."

Such is freedom, where self worth is measured in trinkets and a pittance of coins; a freedom that provides for you to get on the wrong end of a policeman's truncheon for getting home past 2100 hours. It's a freedom that allows for the same person to take out such state-sanctioned violence out on their partners "because they love them." It's a freedom that allows for the hoi polloi to be continually ripped off at the store, by the taxman, over the bank counter, and the coup de grace of getting being over the petrol pump, and getting royally hosed.

It's a freedom that allows for the election of multiple masses of mediocrity masquerading as "leaders," who then proceed to ruin multiple young eyes with distended bellies that make the land resemble an episode of CSI - type 2 diabetes. It's a land full of aggressive and angry people, who, while harping the gentleness of christianity, won't hesitate to furiously mow you down at a pedestrian crossing against a bloody red light. 

And the even more nauseating excuse that "this is Africa."

Of course it is; which other continent would bear a browner nose in the festering excrement that is organized religion?

A continent that looks so dimly lit from space at night, it's like the light of intellectual capacity long departed the shores of the land. 'Tis a land where megachurches are new and schools are crumbling; a land where healthcare is an afterthought because "we have trust in god."

Nobody has ever seen this god or allah character anyway, but they seem to be willing to eat breadcrumbs of his bellybutton rather than depart their comfort zone. Back to Kenya, the land of scandal and corruption, where government officials took the opportunity, amidst a pandemic, to carry out some brazen looting. That's what Kenyans do best, steal in the face of disaster. 

A chicken thief will be set alight in the streets whereas a corporate thief will end up elected to the senate, heck, even to the country's state house. This is because this is Kenya: mediocre at best and malevolent at its very worst.

New faces, same old gunk.