The Glittering Noose Behind Every Wish

Many adages have been coined to warn us mortals of the perils of grandiose wishes. Well, as tempting as they may be all wishes come at a price which can be so steep they would eternally change your life for the worse. Hold your breathe and take a ride with me.

Maina is a modern middle class Kenya with a penchant for hunting. So one weekend Maina ventures into one of the the vast forests of Kenya's Rift Valley to pertake his hunting hobby. Five hours into the forest, Maina realizes he has lost his way in the thickets. Two more hours his loyal dog Simba is dead thanks to the increasingly biting and chilly weather.

Poor Maina is both hungry and thirsty and can now only manage to crawl at snail pace. He is certain in his mind that he has breathed his last breath when all of a sudden he sees an glittering object beckoning from the canopy of tall trees several yards ahead of him.

Instinctively and out of curiousity, Maina crawls to the object, pulls it out of the trees and discovers what looks to be an old brief case. He opens it and out pops a genie. But this is no ordinary genie.

The genie is wearing a GoK's KRA ID badge and a dull grey dress. She has a calculator in her pocket-book and has pencil tucked behind one ear.

'Well, sweet Maina,' says the genie... 'You know how I work. You have three wishes.' 'I'm not falling for this,' said the Maina. 'I'm not going to trust an a revenue Officer coming as a genie.'

'What do you have to lose? You've got no way out, and it looks like you're as good as dead anyway!'

Self slavery
The tall and well-built Maina thinks about this for a minute, and decides that the genie is right.
'OK, I wish I were in a lush oasis with plenty of food and drink.'

Abracadabra, the Maina finds himself in the most beautiful oasis he has ever seen. And he is surrounded with jugs of wine and platters of delicacies.

'OK, handsome Maina, what's your second wish.'

'My second wish is that I was rich beyond my wildest dreams.'

Pronto! Maina man finds himself swimming in treasure chests filled with rare gold coins and precious gems.

'OK, Mr. Right Maina, you have just one more wish. Better make it a good one!'

After thinking for a few minutes, the Maina says... 'I wish that no matter where I go, beautiful women will want and need me.'

Abracadabra, the good hunter Maina turned into a tampon.

Moral of the story:
Watch what you wish for for wishes are often enslaving. There is no free lunch and despite a sumptuous one, the price can be so steep and the damage irreversible. Behind every government service lurks a catch.

Remote Romantic Bliss

Romantic bliss is all rolled in tender caressing so they say. Well may be may be not. Sometimes touching can mistaked for what it is not. Sample this case study.

Joe and Joy have been married for ages and counting. After 20 years of marriage, this 'happy' couple was lying in bed one evening, when Joy felt Joe begin to fondle her in ways he hadn't in quite some time.

Well, it almost tickled as his fingers started at her neck, and then began moving down past the small of her back. He then caressed her shoulders and neck, slowly worked his hand down over her breasts, stopping just over her lower stomach.

Joe then proceeded to place his hand on Joy's left inner arm, caressed past the side of her breast again, working down her side, passed gently over her buttock and down her leg to her calf. Then, he proceeded up her inner thigh, stopping just at the uppermost portion of her leg.

Romantic Joe continued in the same manner on her right side, then suddenly stopped, rolled over and started to watch the TV.

As Joy had become quite aroused by this caressing, she asked in a loving voice, 'That was wonderful. Why did you stop?'

In a soft but removed voice Joe said, 'I found the remote'.

Message: as always assumptions remain the mother of all embarrassment and pain. If in doubt, please confirm and ask, don't assume it may cost you a heart.

Exotic Romantic Bliss Made Locally

Romance between couples often takes a turn for the worse due to reasons that are traceable to the partners themselves. As they adage goes romantic bliss is a product of reasoning with the heart and relegating your head to the shadows. But not all is lost, recreating flaming romance only needs a creative and relaxed mind to produce a gem that will both partners rediscover the common bond between them. No need for exotic getaways, steaming romance can be created right inside the walls of your family home. So what to do to transform those ordinary rituals and environment into EXTRA ORDINARY romantic paradise?

A creative mind is an asset to a responsible lover. Make everyday special and banish traditional Valentine, First-Date Anniversary et al to the emotional archives. Connecting with your heart and sweetheart need not wait for a holiday. Armed with the right emotional arsenal just about any day is a perfect excuse for sparking romance. Take advantage of the present-day technology and re-recreate your dating days by burning your favourite songs and packing it for your partner as a surprise gift delivered to his office. Capture all his/her emotional sub conscience with a photo of both of you gracing the computer as screen saver.

Finding a common sport is a perfect recipe to explore the marvels and beauty of healthy living. Look for a spot that allows both of you to do the same thing at the same time. Besides the shapes, working out will certainly help eradicate the unsightly wheezing drum as a bed mate. BEDMINTON should be the icing on the cake and must not be considered an end unto itself. Disabuse the stereotypical breakfast in bed and chose to dinning (not dinner) in bed and brush the worries about crumbs. While at it, never carry unnecessary baggage (books, remotes or magazines) to the bedroom. That is simply measuring to the room’s honoured and self-description.

Knowing your soul mate is a life-long process and must not be mistaken for an event. Hold no secrets and share your daily experiences and worries with your partner. You will never appreciate the romantic spark of witty jokes till you work on it and make it a pastime. And that calls for being a student of life who not only studies for exams. Complement all these with superlative hygiene and etiquette and your partner’s heart is yours to conquer.

Names Reveal Our Inner Thoughts and Beliefs

So what is in a name? Trivially a name should be nothing more than a cluster of letters for physical tagging and identity. But the reality is that names mean different things to different people. Some people plug names for the kids from fancy magazines and novels. Others give their kids names that are of sentimental value. While some parents just want sexy names that is not only a mouthful but rhythmic both in pronunciation and spelling.

Mothers know much about names they give to their children than anybody else. Take for example this psychiatrist who was conducting a group therapy session with four young mothers and their small children. Her preliminary assessment directed her to a common thread of individual obsession with something among the mothers which manifested itself in the names they gave their respective kids.

On entering the room she declared to all the four mothers "you all have obsessions."

To the first mother, she said, "You are obsessed with eating. You've even named your daughter Candy."

She then turned to the second Mom. "Your obsession is with money. Again, it manifests itself in your child's name, Penny."

She turns to the third Mom. "Your obsession is alcohol. This too manifests itself in your child's name, Brandy."

At this point, the fourth mother gets up, takes her little boy by the hand and whispers, "Come on, Dick, we're leaving."

The Stress of Keeping a Parallel Spouse

Men come in all shapes and shades. But one thread running through their obtuse ego is propensity to have own a spare flame besides the official missus. So what drives to chase extra hearts even when what they own appears too hot and sweet to betray? Well it starts and ends with men being big boys and the conquering mentality.

Remove men from the celebrity circles and the tabloids specializing on exposing elicit romance will definitely fold. Men’s king size ego appear designed to always want more and the more flesh a man samples goes along way to messaging all facets of that ego. Leaves you wondering whether the male species have a heart or what resides inside their chest is a fist-sized organ simply programmed to involuntarily pump blood and keep him alive, period.

Married men are the most calculative creatures standing on two limbs. They shop for bonus knowing well that their fixed deposit is guaranteed to earn interest since the day he pledged I do. Any woman willing to play into his hand will find a cunning soul alloyed with experience albeit gained from an official rival. But again the whole drama can be reduced to men insatiable appetite to eat both chicken and the egg. Our patriarch society and mind frame removes any element of shame but instead makes even schooled men fall back to primitive practices like justifying polygamy.

Emotional plurality
It is a man’s world so they say. And it appears Adam’s descendants are taking that literally and very far. Well, to be fair for every randy man out there is a willing sissy ready to play along. But come to think of it two wrongs never made a right and men must take their emotional responsibilities as serious as they secure their wallets. All the gloomy faces gracing our streets are products of stunted romance in our homes. Love is a process and our men must invest time and resources in nurturing.

Emotional plurality is too an expensive venture for anybody who doesn't own the world bank. Emotional bliss is one thing that anybody is capable of cultivating provided you work on it. There is no free lunch and you either work for it or miss out and hawk your projection any willing depression with attendant grave consequences. Keeping parallel wives is one expensive distraction any responsible man must avoid at all costs. It is not only stupid but FATAL to entertain shimo mbaya ni ya nyoka mentality.

Package Your Emotions in Pasionate Kiss

A kiss is probably the most used and abused emotional expression of all. Either we do it for all the wrong reasons or simply mess our lips by wetting other’s cheeks and lips too. A right kiss timed and placed rightly can win you the passport into anybody’s heart. So what do we know about kissing?

Turning the wrong side of the head to receive a kiss is the genesis of losing out. If not sure just revert to the conventional, tried and tested, turn your head to the right when kissing. While at it be very clear on when to kiss and when to end the passion and affection at a simple peck. The difference may be sublime to the uninitiated but a peck if often more romantic than working your lips. And why not save energy for a rainy day when a simple peck uses two muscles while a passionate kiss on the other hand uses all 34 muscles in your face?

Emotional etiquette demands less rigour and more passion. Next time you want to interlock your lips passionately mean it and do it with your eyes CLOSED. For good measure make the impression last for a lifetime because just like fingerprints or snowflakes, no two lip impressions are similar. So get on with it, work your lips and draw all the attendant benefits.

There is more to a glowing skin than just moisturizers. Research has proved that the act of smooching improves your skin, helps circulation, prevents tooth decay, and can even relieve headaches. Moreover kissing is proved to release the same neurotransmitters in our brains as parachuting So there you have free medication dispensed by the lips. So stop being a slave to traditional constraints indulge and sample the beauty and sweetness from the right lips. What is more, an average person spends about 2 weeks (336 hours) of his or her life kissing.

It is within your powers to improve your personality using the most lethal organ lying between your chin and nose. Let the fear of not doing it right enslave you, practice makes perfect. If anything the average woman is known to kiss almost 30 men before she gets married. And men who kiss their partners before leaving for work average higher incomes than those who don’t. So go lips go and make history by interlocking longest.

Living With an Unattractive Partner

So what to do when you are no longer physically attracted to your partner? Well, the word fat is often used to connote ugly. Sometimes you may be living in hell trying to hint to your unsightly spouse to hit the gym lakini wapi. Learning to share bed with all MASS may sound pragmatic but painful and unrealistic. Nobody needs an immobile and WHEEZING drum for a partner.

There are no two way in addressing a growing midstream. Being philosophical may make you look witty but then you don’t need sharp wits in bed, or do you? Cutting the mother figure is no excuse to make your body the bin for all junkies and fat on this planet. Only action oriented towards burning fat will do. As a spouse, get involved in your partner’s life and help him/her retrace the ex-shape that made you go gaga.

Wheezing drum
Sex and all its derivative pleasantries are the FIRST casualties of overlapping tummies and near-immobile limbs. Women are particular cagey about their weights and pointing this out requires plenty of tact alloyed in utmost sensitivity to their feelings. You must endeavour never to offend whoever you intend to help lead a beautiful and happy life. And no matter the reluctance to hit the gym you must not give up on her either. So you either face the problem head on or shy away in gnawing silence so as to REAP growing indifference to sex.

Forget about all the poetry and semantics that her beauty resides inside and that the outside doesn't matter. That white lie is not sustainable in the long run; banish it immediately it hits your lips. The only known cure to this explosive phenomenon in relationship is to adopt a collective mindset in confronting the weight monster. No half measures will suffice. And prescription for the cure is only dispensed in effective communication. No substitute. All the excuses about children and finances only become practical issues with a listening ear and a heart to join in the solution.

Vertical Motions with Horizontal Intentions

Honesty is one rare virtue in all spheres of life including love life. Our pretence to fidelity with the truth is only ankle deep. Behind every honest statement by a lover lurks a selfish intention. How many times have you been invited for LUNCH by an apparently well-meaning friend only to discover to your utter dismay that it was a nothing but an EATING TRAP?

Well, there is no free lunch and even what appears free must be paid in kind. Men are the most cunning species in the dating scene. Most men will do ANYTHING to impress a lady. However, their pretence to be gentlemen to a fault often betrays the devious and ULTIMATE intention in sampling the flesh seated before them in clothes. No wonder date rate is an under reported vice.

Bars and restaurants are usually just emotional holding grounds before the ultimate preying onslaught. Forget the feel-good plastic feeling derived from alcohol. A calculative man will revert to the shortest avenue to have his date’s stability and rational willingly impaired by ale. Makers of alcohol are not fools either. They need the money to keep them in business that is why they must deliver the latent punch through the bottle.

Third lower limb
Going for a dance after the rational nerves have been conditioned in alcohol is only a ritual to completes the jigsaw. In most cases the man is merely oscillating about the mean position in apparent rhythm to music but the whole mental edifice if hours ahead of itself salivating when the eventual laying comes to pass. All the dancing to FAVOURITE tunes is pretence at its best.

Smart men simply disguise dance as the vertical motions with the ultimate HORIZONTAL intention. At such junctures, an average man is left at the mercy of the demanding projection dangling at the junction of his lower limbs. Funny enough most of the time the satisfaction is so perishable and short lived so much so that the heart starts circling her next emotional prey as soon as it collapses in exhaustion. What a cheap way to please your selfish body?

Rewards of Athletism Around the Waist

Go ye into the world, multiply and fill it so the good scripture says. Religion mean different things to different people. The Duggar family parents from Arkansas Michelle and Jim Bob are on a birthing spree. Michelle, 41, and Jim, 42, have been married for the last 24 years and already have 17 natural children with number 18 coming soon. To this amazing couple they are simply following their evangelical Christian movement called Quiverful, which teaches that children are God’s blessing and that husbands and wives should happily welcome every child they are given.

Married in 1984 when they were just 17 and 19 respectively, Michelle and Jim Bob decided to pray for as many children as God would give them. Within a year, Michelle was pregnant with the first of their two sets of twins. What is more, the real estate agents parents claim their family is debt-free. Effective utilization of the ready labour helped build their 7,000-square-foot home in Tontitown. Psalms 123 verse 3 which proclaims that children are a heritage of the Lord is the motivation for the prolific and fertile Bob and Michelle. They simply let the Lord decide for them go athletic around the waist and plant. They are both so proud of their prowess so much so that they consider the choir natural gift. Michelle adds, “we would love more, and the power of the Lord took our faith to give us another one.”

Full house and still counting
The maths is just mind boggling. The Duggar crowd of 17 range in age from 20 years to 9 months. In the mix are 10 boys and seven girls. With two sets of twins, Michelle has gone through 15 pregnancies that ended in 13 natural deliveries and two Caesarean sections. Consider this Michelle has been pregnant for more than 11 years (135 months to be precise) with an average of 18 months between births. The family estimates it has used 90,000 diapers and launders 200 loads of clothes each month in a row of industrial-size washers and dryers.

The Duggar family consumes 5 loaves of bread each day. Their transportation is facilitated by nine vehicles including a 21-seater mini bus. On average all members of the family have combined to work approximately 39,000 hours on their home.

And we thought Africans have large families. Well, if only feeding this multitude would be as easy as the commensurate excitement from ecstasy during their manufacture. The Duggar school for kids would be handy for an African subsistence farming family but a headache at meal times. They would need tagging that threatens to exhaust all letters of the English alphabet.

Perils of Love Reduced to Size

Forget about the mantra that men only feel comfortable when they earn more than their spouses or partners. The truth lies elsewhere because the REAL MALE EGO resides in a man's size. But before you start churning out mental pornography movies in your head I sorry to disappoint you. This post is not about the size of what is housed at the junction of the lower limbs, no.

That short men are temperamental is a fact. What is least known or rather overlooked is the fact that short men have fragile egos that is often soothed with overreactions to cover for the vertical deficit. A man challenged in height makes his emotional life hell by making his pint size the frame of reference to any comments against or for him. The few who have learnt to live with such challenges end up mocking themselves and coming out the better in any relationship.

Dwarf men are very sensitive to jokes around them and easily take offense on petty things that would otherwise be wittily laughed off. Ingenious short shot men have taken to wearing high heeled shoes for that extra lift. But such creativity works for the few subtle height deficits and not the overtly above-the-ground bloke. Going to the ridiculous heights of always putting on oversize clothes only succeeds in making clones resembling statues erected in maize fields to scare birds.

Self-destructive war
Having satisfactory dialogue with short men is a nightmare to say the least. Most of them are so paranoiac about their height so much so that they would imagine that you are maliciously examining the contents of their skull by taking advantage of your length. This is rarely the case with ladies who often make the best of their sizes. True, we may be living in a patriarch world. But then borrowing a leaf from our sisters in self appreciation would be the trick to have internal peace within ourselves. That will help men immensely towards stopping self-destructive wars from within than only succeeds in robbing us of life’s little gift of bliss.

Well the air above your head is not any fresher that what goes through your nostrils. Self appreciation is the key. Making a ruckus or forming cheap mental pictures about things you have no control over is a sure source of eternal stress. Love resides in the heart and not in the height. Finding and enjoying it is premised on knowing and appreciating yourself first.

Key to overcoming negative emotions related to you height lies in being open-minded. With just some little wit, you can turn your challenged length inside out into a point of strength. If you are looking for love look for the heart and stop making one more enemy with hypersensitivity to height issues. Such obsessions only make you read malice from the lips of angels.

Paying Ultimate Price of Being Smart

Being intellectually smart can work against you in a competitive environment especially if your opponents have gaffes as their middle names. The goofs end up sounding more natural and real while the smooth chaps takes the shape of programmed speech.

Raising the bar can be counterproductive when your competitors engage in reverse logic where instead of aspiring to measure up they bring you down to their level and beat you with experience. Just ask one smooth Barrack Obama who is till smarting from just mouthing the simple work BITTER while his competitor Hilary escapes with linguistic murder by baptizing lies as misspeaking.

Trust politicians to spin any vice into a virtue. It was the British wartime Premier Winston Churchill who when caught lying countered that he was simply engaged in a terminological inexactitude. Give it to Churchill, the same bloke who turned military defeat on its head by claiming that retreating is advancing from the opposite direction.

Sanitize rot
The above examples give a glimpse of how smart leaders can become victims of their own sharpness and even worse shrewd leaders getting away with goofs of murderous proportions. On our own backyard Kibaki’s pumbavu and mavi ya kuku is so dry and bereft of any wit that it only reminds you of the village shouting matches between juveniles. No wonder he is so much out of touch with his subjects and his culture of impunity only serves his ego and nostalgia of the 1960s.

But all that is likely to change damn fast. With the present culture of instant blogs and excessive scrutiny from an informed citizenry, every word and policy from any future Kenyan leader will turned inside out under microscope. Pretenders to leadership will have no chance and Kenya will be the better for all the pain. Woe unto scoundrels weaned on offensive blandness for the time of recrimination and persecution is nigh.

The Prophecy of Gema Tower of Babel

Kenya’s ethnic-based politics works in interesting ways. PNU’s fear of ODM and Raila in particular is the singular glue that makes them parrot reactions anytime salvos are fired at their shaky camp. Granted, our political parties are carbon copies of each other and the difference is as deep as the native languages spoken by their leaders. But Kibaki took that simplistic view of parties a notch high by patching an edifice called PNU less than 100 days before last year’s polls.

The noise fro within PNU is symptomatic of a rudderless ship drifting in the doldrums and Kibaki’s will spell its demise as fast as it emerged on the Kenyans political landscape. Real political competition is won with wits. Only proactive leadership guarantees a successful political coup. PNU’s perennial reactions to salvos doesn't do it any good besides proving the fact that the party is a headless chicken and Kibaki has never pretended to give it one. The truth remains that ODM is the singular threat that galvanizes PNU into all its shades of unity. Very soon Grand Regency will be in the hands and pockets of few.

River Chania divide
Selective amnesia and application of the law is Kibaki’s forte. Even before Kenyans said Kamlesh Pattni Ringera had KACC’s guns pointing at Mudavadi’s head. That would have been a very bold move towards combating corruption were it not for the obvious mistiming. Any pedestrian political observer won’t fail to see the soft political underbelly PNU is busy looking for in ODM. They are simply furthering their propaganda of painting formidable opponents in Raila and Ruto as more polarizing so why not corner a gullible big catch to be paraded as level-headed and acceptable to both sides?

The hitherto Chania River divide will soon be compounded by Embu/Meru revolt. As it was during Moi’s time so shall it after Kibaki's presidency. There is no gainsaying the predictable fallout from within GEMA as PNU's bedrock of support once the presidency leaves the vicinity of Mt. Kenya cannot be gainsaid. The tower of Babel prophecy is only a matter of when and not if. Things can only remain the same within the circumference of the heads of Kibaki’s foot soldiers.

The Beauty of Being a Eunuch

In the heat of our never-ending circus that is Kenyan politics one often needs a break to indulge in matters personal and sublime whatever you fancy. Pressed, many can confess to hearing about the biblical EUNUCH from their Sunday school. But I can bet my lunch that this is one word many adults would never mouth even in secrecy. Why?

Being overtly athletic around the waist is one attribute that is both revered and despised in equal measure. The emotional pleasures that culminate into ecstasy are few and far between. People have killed when denied the chance to sample such pleasures or to eliminate the stumbling block separating them from the goodies. Consequently one may wonder why not cut the flack and as a minimal measure choose to be a eunuch to dispense with the entire libido business?

Emotional energy reservoirs
Well, you better not make such sadistic suggestions in the company of ordinary men lest you have you face brutally rearranged. But eunuchs have the peace of mind of engaging only in harmless fantasies. As a consequence they save themselves all the emotional stress of chasing and wanting to conquer. Such energy reservoir can be productively channelled into other ventured.

Not everybody is interested in having blood descendants. The world is teaming with more than 6.3 billion pairs of upper lips to feed. The emotionally strong can do they bit in populating the planet as eunuchs engage in more useful chores. When Bob Marley sand his hit song no more woman no cry he must have had this at the back of his mind. So if you want no unnecessary tears rolling down your cheeks you better contemplate being a eunuch.

Want to be an Ass? Just Lie With Statistics

Mention the word statistics to any ordinary audience and the faces around won’t disappoint with their myriad contours. Statistics has been reduced to its barest to make it conjure only numbers. Well that could be true but the truth remains there is more to statistics than mere numbers.

Acalculi (general fear on numbers) is the genesis of most people demonizing statistics. For the records there is mere counting and number arrangement (combinatorics) and statistics just like there is number manipulation (arithmetic) and mathematics. So what the heck am I up to with all these? Well, I am not splitting hairs nor engaging is a simple game of semantics.

Anybody engaged in any form of research inevitably becomes a statistician on sorts. Yes that research question of yours is nothing but a NULL HYPOTHESIS. And you do your thing and end up ‘proving’ or ‘disapproving’ it. That last bit is decision premised on ALTERNATIVE HYPOTHESIS. But again why all the heat with these two ordinary words – null and alternative? And there lies the catch, you either get it or miss the boat by a river and your research is everything but DOOMED.

Three brands of liars
A statistician will have the hardest time explaining the ordinary words to anybody outside her profession. As a chartered epidemiologist/statistician I found it one of my greatest challenges explaining to a jury what these MUNDANE terms mean in everyday life. So here I was on standing precariously with my profession at stake before legal scoundrels ready with hammers and six-inch nails to puncture holes into my evidence. All they want from me is an exhaustive and unambiguous explanation of types I and II errors. See already you are numerically blushing at my preference for Roman numerals instead of the ordinary 1 and 2!

Well to cut a long story short, hypothesis testing and estimation are the two singular important wheels in the statistical cog. Hypothesis is nothing but an informed statement about an unknown population parameter whose plausibility we want to evaluate using information obtained from a sample of the same population. Such an assertion becomes the Null hypothesis and it can be either true or false its complementary becomes the ALTERNATIVE hypothesis.

You make a mistake by rejecting the assertion if it is indeed true and consequently commit type I error. On the other hand you make a mistake by failing to reject the assertion if it indeed false hence committing type II error. So which of these errors is greater sin than the other? I gave the jury the analogy of convicting the innocent (type I) and releasing the guilty (type II). The law being the ass it is often designed to be would scream itself hoarse never to contemplate type I error at any cost.

So can you still lie with statistics? Granted there are three types of liars: liars, damn liars and statistics. Whatever brands of lies you prefer never make an ass out of yourself.

Political Generation Weaned on Deception

Yet another season again when our politicians are all over themselves mouthing superlative accolades to catch their ears of the bosses. In the din of all the broad smile in support of the peace deal, politicians are falling over themselves in fashions that would make the late Shariff Nassir and Kariuki Chotara green with envy.

The game remains the same, the players have swooped positions but the script is predictably the same. You listen to Martha Karua manufacture facts about Kibaki's foresightedness in partially filling his cabinet and you are reminded of Ezekiel Bargetuny's polished antics from the yonder years.

Trust Kenyan politicians to be converted overnight from pedestal of objective to swim swim in shameless psychophancy. The adage that the more things change the more they remain the same couldn't have been mare apt in describing our leaders. Enter Kiraitu Murungi and last week the good minister rediscovered his former reformist self in urging equity and respect to all political shades. Contrast that with his hitherto gate keeping of the present rot just three weeks ago.

Inverted virtues
Nothing hurts like politicians treating their electorate with utter contempt. These scoundrels for leaders must be entertaining in their small minds the myth that Kenyans have no brains of their own and we also elect them to think for us. Otherwise the obtuse goofs that has become their forte only exposes the selfish realms on which they premise their politics.

The present generation of Kenyan politicians were conceived and weaned on deception as an inverted virtue. This vice spares none of them. Seeing Raila all over a sudden showing Kibaki with untrue and hollow praises only goes deep enough to expose the fact that our politicians and leaders in general stand for nothing.

Our only saving grace is that Kenyans are far ahead of their leaders. We know what we want as the falling of giants in last elections clearly proved. While the present lot stand for nothing and only scheme to ride on our collective backs towards realizing their selfish ends, the ultimate booting price is guaranteed. The know-it-alls may delude themselves by fooling some people some time but not all Kenyans all the times. Never and soon we will reclaim out beautiful country.