The common Kenyan has absolutely nothing to celebrate while the looting class has everything to celebrate. For the looters, each year has been better and better especially with the Uhuruto government which will be a looters’ paradise.
43% of Kenyans live under $1.25 a day,
Gini-coefficient/Inequality of 47%,
Unemployment of over 40%,
One of the Highest corruption rates in the world,
The Government loses over 300Billion Kenya shillings per year,
Okiya Omtata says and i quote;”Kenya will lose 400Billion from Standard gauge rail while he stopped corruption of over 20Billion”.
40,000 Kenyans from Moyale are refugees in Ethiopia,
4Billion has been spent at the hague,
conclusion:
Kenya is a state NOT an estate,Tell them Boniface Mwangi says. When you question,They say you are bitter, work for foreign agents and you are an imbecile,
When you question them,Moses Kuria call you an imbecile and he is a principal of a kindergaten. Dennis Itumbi does not know what people are talking about,
What a shame,that the so called”Ambassadeur Sang” has more respect for his colonial masters whom we are celebrating out of our lives than his fellowKENYAN taxpayer..The Ambassadeur ate the50thAnnivesary Kenyan cake with his Diplomatic friends who mattered more than the Mwananchi who deserved it.Kenyans never saw the cake and to add PEPPER to a rotting wound he treated KENYANS Llike”PIGS” He brought the left overs from his so called”Diplomatic Friends” on the 13TH of December,a day after our KENYA INDEPENDNCE day.So what was the cerebration Mr Sang on this day?
How Kidero Snubbed Raila
Posted in: Politics|December 14, 2013 25 5 1 0
Reports of Raila walking out of Governor Kidero’s Jubilee bash are shocking. That Kidero had the people’s president seated at table number 24 a way from the VIP table is beyond comprehension.
We know Kidero is in bed with Jubilee regime BUT we expect him to handle his business dealings with Kenyatta with care and NOT mix it with public affairs especially ODM matters.
Here is the story by Nation that has made ODM party members demand that one Evans Odhiambo Kidero MUST apologize for publicly humiliating the people’s president Raila Odinga.
Former Prime Minister Raila Odinga walked out early from a party hosted by Nairobi Governor Evans Kidero on the eve of Kenya’s 50th independent anniversary in what appeared to be a protest over protocol.
Reports from people who attended the Governor’s Ball on Wednesday night say Mr Odinga was kept far away from the high table and was not treated as a VIP on arrival at Kenyatta International Conference Centre, the venue of the Wednesday evening function.
Multiple sources said that when Mr Odinga arrived at the venue, he did not find any senior ranking official to receive him.
INTO THE BALLROOM
The sources said some Nairobi County Assembly members quickly took over and after receiving the former PM, led him into the ballroom, only to find no seat reserved for him either at the high table or on any of the reserved tables.
Mr Odinga was directed to table 24 where he joined Cabinet secretaries Hassan Wario, Najib Balala, former Nairobi mayors and some Nairobi county representatives.
There were only six seats on the high table, for President Kenyatta and First Lady Margaret, Deputy President William Ruto and his wife Rachel and Dr Kidero and his wife.
About 30 minutes after Mr Odinga took his seat, Dr Kidero’s aides seemed to have realised there was protocol hitch and quickly rearranged the high table, fixing a seat for Mr Odinga on the extreme right. Dr Kidero and his wife, Susan, sat between the President and Mr Odinga.
Former Nairobi Mayor Aladwa, who attended the bash, said: “The former PM should be respected. If he is invited, he should be accorded the respect he deserves. For someone of his stature, he ought to have had his seat on the high table.
“It was not a good picture. Even us, the former mayors despite having been invited, the governor did not recognise our presence, let alone introduce us.”
Nairobi County Assembly deputy speaker Ken Ngondi, who was also present, added: “I guess he looked at the programme and saw that he was not among those lined up to speak, perhaps that is why he saw no need to stick around.”
An aide to the former PM said they were concerned with the treatment that the county government was according Mr Odinga.
“State House is accommodating, but we do not understand why this is happening with the county. It is as if the former PM is being invited to these functions to be shown who is in charge,” said the official who cannot be identified discussing relations between his boss and the governor.
Contacted Frioday, Dr Kidero denied snubbing Mr Odinga, saying, he and his wife had received the former PM on arrival at KICC.
“It is important to speak to the PM because people cannot purport to speak for him. In my view, there is no story here… It would be a lie to claim that the former PM was mistreated,” the governor told the Saturday Nation.
According to Dr Kidero, the former PM did not walk out in protest.
“We did not have a holding room and when he (ex-PM) arrived, I received him together with my wife. The dinner was to start at 7pm, but the President came later.
“After the dinner, the former PM excused himself because he was to see off his guest, who was leaving by British Airways.
Creating falsehoods
He informed the President that he would join him later at Uhuru Gardens (for the flag-raising ceremony to mark 50 years of independence).
“The PM and myself have very good relations, but it is the media which is creating falsehoods. I even talked to him this morning (Friday) and we will be together with him in Kisumu tomorrow (Saturday),” he added.
Mr Odinga is the leader of ODM, the party that sponsored Dr Kidero to the county leadership.
Sources at the party said that Mr Odinga left the party before the dignitaries had started speaking around 9pm.
A City Hall source said: “It is true that he went away not a very happy man, my reading is that he felt he was not granted same status as that given to Mr Kenyatta and his entourage.”
ODM sources point to an earlier incident as further evidence of Mr Odinga not enjoying due respect from the Cord-dominated Nairobi county administration.
Earlier in the week, Dr Kidero was represented by his deputy Jonathan Mueke at the opening of the Makadara Train Station where Mr Odinga was the chief guest. Dr Kidero had been listed as one of the speakers in the official programme released by the Transport ministry.
Mr Mueke explained that the Governor had to change plans after being invited to accompany President Kenyatta to another function at the National Theatre for the inauguration of refurbished work.
At the climax of the Kenya @50 celebrations at the Safaricom Stadium, Kasarani, on Thursday, Mr Ruto failed to recognise Mr Odinga and former Vice-Presidents Kalonzo Musyoka and Moody Awori, who were on the VIP dais despite saying that the day was for honouring the national heroes.
It took Nigerian President Goodluck Jonathan, an invited guest, to announce the presence of Mr Odinga who was sitting on the same row with former President Mwai Kibaki and Mr Musyoka.
Mr Ruto also failed to acknowledge the presence of former Nigerian President Olusegun Obasanjo, who had arrived earlier and taken his place with the rest of the VIPs.
POLITICAL ENEMIES
Yesterday, Ugunja MP Opiyo Wandayi accused the governor of working with ODM’s “political enemies”.
“He must be treated with decorum and honour by all functionaries, whether he was attending a Governor’s ball or not,” he said.
Dr Kidero has also been accused of wavering in his commitment to the party, a charge he denies.
Ambassador Sang sang the Kenya at 50 song his own way by kissing white asses on December 12th and cutting Wakenya out until December 13th.
Sang the singer has sung Jamhuri Day celebrations the Sang way.
The next Kenya at 50 will be in 2063 – this was a wasted opportunity.
Shame on this Nandi man who took the advice of a few Kenya-Stockholm Walambaji to take the party to Husby.
Mr Ambassador
We are not flabbergasted by the exposure of your antagonistic myphobia.
Segragation is something our forefathers fought aganist to the bitter end and denying us our given rights is an unscrupulous act.
You and your diplomatic staff may choose to segregate yourselves from the Kenyan community in Sweden but dont do it on a historic day and entertain strangers with our taxpayers money .
its about time the Kenyan foreign affairs ministry recalls back its proud and arrogant diplomatic staff from stockholm.
You Lazy intellectual African!
(Adapted from the original by Field Ruwe, US-based Zambian media practitioner and author)
They call the Third World the lazy man’s purview; the sluggishly slothful and languorous prefecture. In this realm people are sleepy, dreamy, torpid, lethargic, and therefore indigent—totally penniless, needy, destitute, poverty-stricken, disfavored, and impoverished. In this demesne, as they call it, there are hardly any discoveries, inventions, and innovations. Africa is the trailblazer. Some still call it “the dark continent” for the light that flickers under the tunnel is not that of hope, but an approaching train. And because countless keep waiting in the way of the train, millions die and many more remain decapitated by the day.
“It’s amazing how you all sit there and watch yourselves die,” the man next to me said. “Get up and do something about it.”
Brawny, fully bald-headed, with intense, steely eyes, he was as cold as they come. When I first discovered I was going to spend my New Year’s Eve next to him on a non-stop American Airlines flight from Los Angeles to Boston I was angst-ridden. I associate marble-shaven Caucasians with iconoclastic skin-heads, most of who are racist.
“My name is Walter,” he extended his hand as soon as I settled in my seat.
I told him mine with a precautious smile.
“Where are you from?” he asked.
“Kenya.”
“Kenya!” he exclaimed, “Kibakii’s country.”
“Yes,” I said, “Now Uhuru Kenyatta’s.”
“But of course,” he responded. “You just elected him as your president.”
Walter smiled, and in those cold eyes I saw an amenable fellow, one of those American highbrows who shuttle between Africa and the U.S.
“I spent three years in Kenya in the 1980s,” he continued. “I wined and dined many highly intelligent Kenyans.” He lowered his voice. “I was part of the IMF group that came to rip you guys off.” He smirked. “Your government put me in a million dollar mansion overlooking a shanty called Mathare. From my patio I saw it all—the rich and the poor, the ailing, the dead, and the healthy.”
“Are you still with the IMF?” I asked.
“I have since moved to yet another group with similar intentions. In the next few months my colleagues and I will be in Nairobi to hypnotize your Government officials. I work for the broker that has acquired a chunk of your debt. Your government owes not the World Bank, but us millions of dollars. We’ll be in Nairobi to offer your president a couple of millions and fly back with a check twenty times greater.”
“No, you won’t,” I said. “They are incorruptible. The president is …”
He was laughing. “Says who? Give me an African president, just one, who has not fallen for the carrot and stick.”
Quett Masire’s name popped up.
“Oh, him, well, we never got to him because he turned down the IMF and the World Bank. It was perhaps the smartest thing for him to do.”
At midnight we were airborne. The captain wished us a happy 2012 and urged us to watch the fireworks across Los Angeles.
“Isn’t that beautiful,” Walter said looking down.
From my middle seat, I took a glance and nodded admirably.
“That’s white man’s country,” he said. “We came here on Mayflower and turned Indian land into a paradise and now the most powerful nation on earth. We discovered the bulb, and built this aircraft to fly us to pleasure resorts like Lake Kenya.”
I grinned. “There is no Lake Kenya.”
He curled his lips into a smug smile. “That’s what we call your country. You guys are as stagnant as the water in the lake. We come in with our large boats and fish your minerals and your wildlife and leave morsels—crumbs. That’s your staple food, crumbs. That corn-meal you eat, that’s crumbs, the small Tilapia fish you call Ngege is crumbs. We the Bwanas (whites) take the cat fish. I am the Bwana and you are the Shamba-boy’s. I get what I want and you get what you deserve, crumbs. That’s what lazy people get—Kenyans, Africans, the entire Third World.”
The smile vanished from my face.
“I see you are getting pissed off,” Walter said and lowered his voice. “You are thinking this Bwana is a racist. That’s how most Kenyans respond when I tell them the truth. They go ballistic. Okay. Let’s for a moment put our skin pigmentations, this black and white crap, aside. Tell me, my friend, what is the difference between you and me?”
“There’s no difference.”
“Absolutely none,” he exclaimed. “Scientists in the Human Genome Project have proved that. It took them thirteen years to determine the complete sequence of the three billion DNA subunits. After they were all done it was clear that 99.9% nucleotide bases were exactly the same in you and me. We are the same people. All white, Asian, Latino, and black people on this aircraft are the same.”
I gladly nodded.
“And yet I feel superior,” he smiled fatalistically. “Every white person on this plane feels superior to a black person. The white guy who picks up garbage, the homeless white trash on drugs, feels superior to you no matter his status or education. I can pick up a nincompoop from the New York streets, clean him up, and take him to Nairobi and you all be crowding around him chanting muzungu, muzungu and yet he’s a riffraff. Tell me why my angry friend.”
For a moment I was wordless.
“Please don’t blame it on slavery like the African Americans do, or colonialism, or some psychological impact or some kind of stigmatization. And don’t give me the brainwash poppycock. Give me a better answer.”
I was thinking.
He continued. “Excuse what I am about to say. Please do not take offense.”
I felt a slap of blood rush to my head and prepared for the worst.
“You my friend flying with me and all your kind are lazy,” he said. “When you rest your head on the pillow you don’t dream big. You and other so-called African intellectuals are damn lazy, each one of you. It is you, and not those poor starving people, who is the reason Africa is in such a deplorable state.”
“That’s not a nice thing to say,” I protested.
He was implacable. “Oh yes it is and I will say it again, you are lazy. Poor and uneducated Africans are the most hardworking people on earth. I saw them in the Nairobi markets and on the street selling merchandise. I saw them in villages toiling away. I saw women on River Road selling cheap wares and I wept. I said to myself where are the Kenyan intellectuals? Are the Kenyan engineers so imperceptive they cannot invent a Posho mill, or a simple water filter to purify well water for those poor villagers? Are you telling me that after forty-eight years of independence your university school of engineering has not produced a scientist or an engineer who can make simple small machines for mass use? What is the school there for?”
I held my breath.
“Do you know where I found your intellectuals? They were in bars drinking. They were at the Muthiaga Golf Club, The Norfolk, Nairobi Golf Club, The New Stanley, and Six-Eighty Hotel. I saw with my own eyes bunches of alcoholic graduates. Kenyan intellectuals work from eight to five and spend the evening drinking. We don’t. We reserve the evening for brainstorming.”
He looked me in the eye.
“And you flying to Boston and all of you Kenyans in the Diaspora are just as lazy and apathetic to your country. You don’t care about your country and yet your very own parents, brothers and sisters are living in squalor. Many have died or are dying of neglect by you. They are dying of AIDS because you cannot come up with your own cure. You are here calling yourselves graduates, researchers and scientists and are fast at articulating your credentials once asked—oh, I have a PhD in this and that—PhD my foot!”
I was deflated.
“Wake up you all!” he exclaimed, attracting the attention of nearby passengers. “You should be busy lifting ideas, formulae, recipes, and diagrams from American manufacturing factories and sending them to your own factories. All those research findings and dissertation papers you compile should be your country’s treasure. Why do you think the Asians are a force to reckon with? They stole our ideas and turned them into their own. Look at Japan, China, India, just look at them.”
He paused. “The Bwana has spoken,” he said and grinned. “As long as you are dependent on my plane, I shall feel superior and you my friend shall remain inferior, how about that? The Chinese, Japanese, Indians, even Latinos are a notch better. You Africans are at the bottom of the totem pole.”
He tempered his voice. “Get over this white skin syndrome and begin to feel confident. Become innovative and make your own stuff for god’s sake.”
At 8 a.m. the plane touched down at Boston’s Logan International Airport. Walter reached for my hand.
“I know I was too strong, but I don’t give it a damn. I have been to Kenya and have seen too much poverty.” He pulled out a piece of paper and scribbled something. “Here, read this. It was written by a friend.”
He had written only the title: “Lords of Poverty.”
Thunderstruck, I had a sinking feeling. I watched Walter walk through the airport doors to a waiting car. He had left a huge dust devil twirling in my mind, stirring up sad memories of home. I could see Kenya’s literati—the cognoscente, intelligentsia, academics, highbrows, and scholars in the places he had mentioned guzzling and talking irrelevancies. I remembered some who have since passed—how they got the highest grades in mathematics and the sciences and attained the highest education on the planet. They had been to Harvard, Oxford, Yale, Massachusetts Institute of Technology (MIT), only to leave us with not a single invention or discovery. I knew some by name and drunk with them at The New Stanley and Six-Eighty Hotel.
Walter is right. It is true that since independence we have failed to nurture creativity and collective orientations. We as a nation lack a workhorse mentality and behave like 13 million civil servants dependent on a government pay cheque. We believe that development is generated 8-to-5 behind a desk wearing a tie with our degrees hanging on the wall. Such a working environment does not offer the opportunity for fellowship, the excitement of competition, and the spectacle of innovative rituals.
But the intelligentsia is not solely, or even mainly, to blame. The larger failure is due to political circumstances over which they have had little control. The past governments failed to create an environment of possibility that fosters camaraderie, rewards innovative ideas and encourages resilience. Our leaders have hitherto embraced orthodox ideas and therefore failed to offer many opportunities for drawing outside the line.
I believe our leaders reset has been cast in the same faculties as those of their predecessors. If had I told them that we can build our very own Space Center like NASA, they would throw me out of their offices.
“Unawazimu? Toka hapa.” (Are you mad? Get out of here)
Knowing well that these leaders will not embody innovation at Walter’s level let’s begin to look for a technologically active-positive leader who can succeed him after a term or two. That way we can make our own Posho Mills, water filters, water pumps, razor blades, and harvesters. Let’s dream big and make tractors, cars, and planes, or, like Walter said, forever remain inferior.
A fundamental transformation of our country from what is essentially non-innovative to a strategic superior African country requires a bold risk-taking educated leader with a triumphalist attitude and we have one in YOU. Don’t be highly strung and feel insulted by Walter. Take a moment and think about our country. Our journey from 1963 has been marked by tears. It has been an emotionally overwhelming experience. Each one of us has lost a loved one to poverty, hunger, and disease. The number of graves is catching up with the population. It’s time to change our political culture. It’s time for Kenyan intellectuals to cultivate an active-positive progressive movement that will change our lives forever. Don’t be afraid or dispirited, rise to the challenge and salvage the remaining few of your beloved ones.
What Sang did at Kenya @ 50 celebrations is dispeakable and should not be accepted. But since he is Kenya he knows how to play the minds of wanainchi. Very few Kenyans will say no to free things in this case it was free food and free drinks, yes drinks kenyans just love to drink especially when it comes at no cost.
Coming to think about it, its the same mentality that has lead us to where we are, thus poverty, diseases and even unemployment et al. Because of a few shillings thrown your way during elections we end up with the kind of leaders we have today. The way i see it there is no difference in mentality of those who graced sangs celebration for kenya at 50 and of those who time and time vote this useless leaders we have that are just sinking Kenya. If we have to save Kenya each one of us kenyans will need a total different mind set. A mind that looks deep into the future and not present like in right now the question is how do we go about this?
Sangs kenya at 50 celebrations ought to have been boycotted by all Kenyans regardless.
Sang Sang Sang. You have quite a start with the Kenyan public here. I hope you are happy with the isolation you have brought between you and the principled lot. Keep dealing under the table because after all, it is your time to eat.
Kenya Stockholm Blog 
And on Sunday Sang will go to the Kenyan church celebration and give a hypocritical sermon yet he is fake.
The common Kenyan has absolutely nothing to celebrate while the looting class has everything to celebrate. For the looters, each year has been better and better especially with the Uhuruto government which will be a looters’ paradise.
This is What Sang was celebrating for 50 yeas of achievement his Government has to present to diplomatic corps invited at the Embassy Resident>
http://jukwaa.proboards.com/thread/8874/on-kenya-50-image-stolen
sang is a house nigger who must serve his white masters first before his black people.
What did Kenyans expect fromm the Mogotio goat in a suit?
yeah, and with a silly smile, Sang gets acceptance from a white woman for misusing poor Kenyan tazpayers money to wine and dine her.
Kenya at 50:
43% of Kenyans live under $1.25 a day,
Gini-coefficient/Inequality of 47%,
Unemployment of over 40%,
One of the Highest corruption rates in the world,
The Government loses over 300Billion Kenya shillings per year,
Okiya Omtata says and i quote;”Kenya will lose 400Billion from Standard gauge rail while he stopped corruption of over 20Billion”.
40,000 Kenyans from Moyale are refugees in Ethiopia,
4Billion has been spent at the hague,
conclusion:
Kenya is a state NOT an estate,Tell them Boniface Mwangi says. When you question,They say you are bitter, work for foreign agents and you are an imbecile,
When you question them,Moses Kuria call you an imbecile and he is a principal of a kindergaten. Dennis Itumbi does not know what people are talking about,
What a shame,that the so called”Ambassadeur Sang” has more respect for his colonial masters whom we are celebrating out of our lives than his fellowKENYAN taxpayer..The Ambassadeur ate the50thAnnivesary Kenyan cake with his Diplomatic friends who mattered more than the Mwananchi who deserved it.Kenyans never saw the cake and to add PEPPER to a rotting wound he treated KENYANS Llike”PIGS” He brought the left overs from his so called”Diplomatic Friends” on the 13TH of December,a day after our KENYA INDEPENDNCE day.So what was the cerebration Mr Sang on this day?
How Kidero Snubbed Raila
Posted in: Politics|December 14, 2013 25 5 1 0
Reports of Raila walking out of Governor Kidero’s Jubilee bash are shocking. That Kidero had the people’s president seated at table number 24 a way from the VIP table is beyond comprehension.
We know Kidero is in bed with Jubilee regime BUT we expect him to handle his business dealings with Kenyatta with care and NOT mix it with public affairs especially ODM matters.
Here is the story by Nation that has made ODM party members demand that one Evans Odhiambo Kidero MUST apologize for publicly humiliating the people’s president Raila Odinga.
Former Prime Minister Raila Odinga walked out early from a party hosted by Nairobi Governor Evans Kidero on the eve of Kenya’s 50th independent anniversary in what appeared to be a protest over protocol.
Reports from people who attended the Governor’s Ball on Wednesday night say Mr Odinga was kept far away from the high table and was not treated as a VIP on arrival at Kenyatta International Conference Centre, the venue of the Wednesday evening function.
Multiple sources said that when Mr Odinga arrived at the venue, he did not find any senior ranking official to receive him.
INTO THE BALLROOM
The sources said some Nairobi County Assembly members quickly took over and after receiving the former PM, led him into the ballroom, only to find no seat reserved for him either at the high table or on any of the reserved tables.
Mr Odinga was directed to table 24 where he joined Cabinet secretaries Hassan Wario, Najib Balala, former Nairobi mayors and some Nairobi county representatives.
There were only six seats on the high table, for President Kenyatta and First Lady Margaret, Deputy President William Ruto and his wife Rachel and Dr Kidero and his wife.
About 30 minutes after Mr Odinga took his seat, Dr Kidero’s aides seemed to have realised there was protocol hitch and quickly rearranged the high table, fixing a seat for Mr Odinga on the extreme right. Dr Kidero and his wife, Susan, sat between the President and Mr Odinga.
Former Nairobi Mayor Aladwa, who attended the bash, said: “The former PM should be respected. If he is invited, he should be accorded the respect he deserves. For someone of his stature, he ought to have had his seat on the high table.
“It was not a good picture. Even us, the former mayors despite having been invited, the governor did not recognise our presence, let alone introduce us.”
Nairobi County Assembly deputy speaker Ken Ngondi, who was also present, added: “I guess he looked at the programme and saw that he was not among those lined up to speak, perhaps that is why he saw no need to stick around.”
An aide to the former PM said they were concerned with the treatment that the county government was according Mr Odinga.
“State House is accommodating, but we do not understand why this is happening with the county. It is as if the former PM is being invited to these functions to be shown who is in charge,” said the official who cannot be identified discussing relations between his boss and the governor.
Contacted Frioday, Dr Kidero denied snubbing Mr Odinga, saying, he and his wife had received the former PM on arrival at KICC.
“It is important to speak to the PM because people cannot purport to speak for him. In my view, there is no story here… It would be a lie to claim that the former PM was mistreated,” the governor told the Saturday Nation.
According to Dr Kidero, the former PM did not walk out in protest.
“We did not have a holding room and when he (ex-PM) arrived, I received him together with my wife. The dinner was to start at 7pm, but the President came later.
“After the dinner, the former PM excused himself because he was to see off his guest, who was leaving by British Airways.
Creating falsehoods
He informed the President that he would join him later at Uhuru Gardens (for the flag-raising ceremony to mark 50 years of independence).
“The PM and myself have very good relations, but it is the media which is creating falsehoods. I even talked to him this morning (Friday) and we will be together with him in Kisumu tomorrow (Saturday),” he added.
Mr Odinga is the leader of ODM, the party that sponsored Dr Kidero to the county leadership.
Sources at the party said that Mr Odinga left the party before the dignitaries had started speaking around 9pm.
A City Hall source said: “It is true that he went away not a very happy man, my reading is that he felt he was not granted same status as that given to Mr Kenyatta and his entourage.”
ODM sources point to an earlier incident as further evidence of Mr Odinga not enjoying due respect from the Cord-dominated Nairobi county administration.
Earlier in the week, Dr Kidero was represented by his deputy Jonathan Mueke at the opening of the Makadara Train Station where Mr Odinga was the chief guest. Dr Kidero had been listed as one of the speakers in the official programme released by the Transport ministry.
Mr Mueke explained that the Governor had to change plans after being invited to accompany President Kenyatta to another function at the National Theatre for the inauguration of refurbished work.
At the climax of the Kenya @50 celebrations at the Safaricom Stadium, Kasarani, on Thursday, Mr Ruto failed to recognise Mr Odinga and former Vice-Presidents Kalonzo Musyoka and Moody Awori, who were on the VIP dais despite saying that the day was for honouring the national heroes.
It took Nigerian President Goodluck Jonathan, an invited guest, to announce the presence of Mr Odinga who was sitting on the same row with former President Mwai Kibaki and Mr Musyoka.
Mr Ruto also failed to acknowledge the presence of former Nigerian President Olusegun Obasanjo, who had arrived earlier and taken his place with the rest of the VIPs.
POLITICAL ENEMIES
Yesterday, Ugunja MP Opiyo Wandayi accused the governor of working with ODM’s “political enemies”.
“He must be treated with decorum and honour by all functionaries, whether he was attending a Governor’s ball or not,” he said.
Dr Kidero has also been accused of wavering in his commitment to the party, a charge he denies.
Nairobi hit by grenades >From BBC>
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-africa-25383506
Ambassador Sang sang the Kenya at 50 song his own way by kissing white asses on December 12th and cutting Wakenya out until December 13th.
Sang the singer has sung Jamhuri Day celebrations the Sang way.
The next Kenya at 50 will be in 2063 – this was a wasted opportunity.
Shame on this Nandi man who took the advice of a few Kenya-Stockholm Walambaji to take the party to Husby.
Kimeumana Kalenjini Waking from Amnesia>
Can this Break-up Ruto/Uhuru Marriage?Nusu Mkate?>
Time to conglaturate Dr Sng >choose who is a baboon among these boys>
Mandela Burial Live Live>
Heavy Women at work>
Welcome to Stockholm’s Ambassador tribe celebrating Cattlerustling>
Mr Ambassador
We are not flabbergasted by the exposure of your antagonistic myphobia.
Segragation is something our forefathers fought aganist to the bitter end and denying us our given rights is an unscrupulous act.
You and your diplomatic staff may choose to segregate yourselves from the Kenyan community in Sweden but dont do it on a historic day and entertain strangers with our taxpayers money .
its about time the Kenyan foreign affairs ministry recalls back its proud and arrogant diplomatic staff from stockholm.
You Lazy intellectual African!
(Adapted from the original by Field Ruwe, US-based Zambian media practitioner and author)
They call the Third World the lazy man’s purview; the sluggishly slothful and languorous prefecture. In this realm people are sleepy, dreamy, torpid, lethargic, and therefore indigent—totally penniless, needy, destitute, poverty-stricken, disfavored, and impoverished. In this demesne, as they call it, there are hardly any discoveries, inventions, and innovations. Africa is the trailblazer. Some still call it “the dark continent” for the light that flickers under the tunnel is not that of hope, but an approaching train. And because countless keep waiting in the way of the train, millions die and many more remain decapitated by the day.
“It’s amazing how you all sit there and watch yourselves die,” the man next to me said. “Get up and do something about it.”
Brawny, fully bald-headed, with intense, steely eyes, he was as cold as they come. When I first discovered I was going to spend my New Year’s Eve next to him on a non-stop American Airlines flight from Los Angeles to Boston I was angst-ridden. I associate marble-shaven Caucasians with iconoclastic skin-heads, most of who are racist.
“My name is Walter,” he extended his hand as soon as I settled in my seat.
I told him mine with a precautious smile.
“Where are you from?” he asked.
“Kenya.”
“Kenya!” he exclaimed, “Kibakii’s country.”
“Yes,” I said, “Now Uhuru Kenyatta’s.”
“But of course,” he responded. “You just elected him as your president.”
Walter smiled, and in those cold eyes I saw an amenable fellow, one of those American highbrows who shuttle between Africa and the U.S.
“I spent three years in Kenya in the 1980s,” he continued. “I wined and dined many highly intelligent Kenyans.” He lowered his voice. “I was part of the IMF group that came to rip you guys off.” He smirked. “Your government put me in a million dollar mansion overlooking a shanty called Mathare. From my patio I saw it all—the rich and the poor, the ailing, the dead, and the healthy.”
“Are you still with the IMF?” I asked.
“I have since moved to yet another group with similar intentions. In the next few months my colleagues and I will be in Nairobi to hypnotize your Government officials. I work for the broker that has acquired a chunk of your debt. Your government owes not the World Bank, but us millions of dollars. We’ll be in Nairobi to offer your president a couple of millions and fly back with a check twenty times greater.”
“No, you won’t,” I said. “They are incorruptible. The president is …”
He was laughing. “Says who? Give me an African president, just one, who has not fallen for the carrot and stick.”
Quett Masire’s name popped up.
“Oh, him, well, we never got to him because he turned down the IMF and the World Bank. It was perhaps the smartest thing for him to do.”
At midnight we were airborne. The captain wished us a happy 2012 and urged us to watch the fireworks across Los Angeles.
“Isn’t that beautiful,” Walter said looking down.
From my middle seat, I took a glance and nodded admirably.
“That’s white man’s country,” he said. “We came here on Mayflower and turned Indian land into a paradise and now the most powerful nation on earth. We discovered the bulb, and built this aircraft to fly us to pleasure resorts like Lake Kenya.”
I grinned. “There is no Lake Kenya.”
He curled his lips into a smug smile. “That’s what we call your country. You guys are as stagnant as the water in the lake. We come in with our large boats and fish your minerals and your wildlife and leave morsels—crumbs. That’s your staple food, crumbs. That corn-meal you eat, that’s crumbs, the small Tilapia fish you call Ngege is crumbs. We the Bwanas (whites) take the cat fish. I am the Bwana and you are the Shamba-boy’s. I get what I want and you get what you deserve, crumbs. That’s what lazy people get—Kenyans, Africans, the entire Third World.”
The smile vanished from my face.
“I see you are getting pissed off,” Walter said and lowered his voice. “You are thinking this Bwana is a racist. That’s how most Kenyans respond when I tell them the truth. They go ballistic. Okay. Let’s for a moment put our skin pigmentations, this black and white crap, aside. Tell me, my friend, what is the difference between you and me?”
“There’s no difference.”
“Absolutely none,” he exclaimed. “Scientists in the Human Genome Project have proved that. It took them thirteen years to determine the complete sequence of the three billion DNA subunits. After they were all done it was clear that 99.9% nucleotide bases were exactly the same in you and me. We are the same people. All white, Asian, Latino, and black people on this aircraft are the same.”
I gladly nodded.
“And yet I feel superior,” he smiled fatalistically. “Every white person on this plane feels superior to a black person. The white guy who picks up garbage, the homeless white trash on drugs, feels superior to you no matter his status or education. I can pick up a nincompoop from the New York streets, clean him up, and take him to Nairobi and you all be crowding around him chanting muzungu, muzungu and yet he’s a riffraff. Tell me why my angry friend.”
For a moment I was wordless.
“Please don’t blame it on slavery like the African Americans do, or colonialism, or some psychological impact or some kind of stigmatization. And don’t give me the brainwash poppycock. Give me a better answer.”
I was thinking.
He continued. “Excuse what I am about to say. Please do not take offense.”
I felt a slap of blood rush to my head and prepared for the worst.
“You my friend flying with me and all your kind are lazy,” he said. “When you rest your head on the pillow you don’t dream big. You and other so-called African intellectuals are damn lazy, each one of you. It is you, and not those poor starving people, who is the reason Africa is in such a deplorable state.”
“That’s not a nice thing to say,” I protested.
He was implacable. “Oh yes it is and I will say it again, you are lazy. Poor and uneducated Africans are the most hardworking people on earth. I saw them in the Nairobi markets and on the street selling merchandise. I saw them in villages toiling away. I saw women on River Road selling cheap wares and I wept. I said to myself where are the Kenyan intellectuals? Are the Kenyan engineers so imperceptive they cannot invent a Posho mill, or a simple water filter to purify well water for those poor villagers? Are you telling me that after forty-eight years of independence your university school of engineering has not produced a scientist or an engineer who can make simple small machines for mass use? What is the school there for?”
I held my breath.
“Do you know where I found your intellectuals? They were in bars drinking. They were at the Muthiaga Golf Club, The Norfolk, Nairobi Golf Club, The New Stanley, and Six-Eighty Hotel. I saw with my own eyes bunches of alcoholic graduates. Kenyan intellectuals work from eight to five and spend the evening drinking. We don’t. We reserve the evening for brainstorming.”
He looked me in the eye.
“And you flying to Boston and all of you Kenyans in the Diaspora are just as lazy and apathetic to your country. You don’t care about your country and yet your very own parents, brothers and sisters are living in squalor. Many have died or are dying of neglect by you. They are dying of AIDS because you cannot come up with your own cure. You are here calling yourselves graduates, researchers and scientists and are fast at articulating your credentials once asked—oh, I have a PhD in this and that—PhD my foot!”
I was deflated.
“Wake up you all!” he exclaimed, attracting the attention of nearby passengers. “You should be busy lifting ideas, formulae, recipes, and diagrams from American manufacturing factories and sending them to your own factories. All those research findings and dissertation papers you compile should be your country’s treasure. Why do you think the Asians are a force to reckon with? They stole our ideas and turned them into their own. Look at Japan, China, India, just look at them.”
He paused. “The Bwana has spoken,” he said and grinned. “As long as you are dependent on my plane, I shall feel superior and you my friend shall remain inferior, how about that? The Chinese, Japanese, Indians, even Latinos are a notch better. You Africans are at the bottom of the totem pole.”
He tempered his voice. “Get over this white skin syndrome and begin to feel confident. Become innovative and make your own stuff for god’s sake.”
At 8 a.m. the plane touched down at Boston’s Logan International Airport. Walter reached for my hand.
“I know I was too strong, but I don’t give it a damn. I have been to Kenya and have seen too much poverty.” He pulled out a piece of paper and scribbled something. “Here, read this. It was written by a friend.”
He had written only the title: “Lords of Poverty.”
Thunderstruck, I had a sinking feeling. I watched Walter walk through the airport doors to a waiting car. He had left a huge dust devil twirling in my mind, stirring up sad memories of home. I could see Kenya’s literati—the cognoscente, intelligentsia, academics, highbrows, and scholars in the places he had mentioned guzzling and talking irrelevancies. I remembered some who have since passed—how they got the highest grades in mathematics and the sciences and attained the highest education on the planet. They had been to Harvard, Oxford, Yale, Massachusetts Institute of Technology (MIT), only to leave us with not a single invention or discovery. I knew some by name and drunk with them at The New Stanley and Six-Eighty Hotel.
Walter is right. It is true that since independence we have failed to nurture creativity and collective orientations. We as a nation lack a workhorse mentality and behave like 13 million civil servants dependent on a government pay cheque. We believe that development is generated 8-to-5 behind a desk wearing a tie with our degrees hanging on the wall. Such a working environment does not offer the opportunity for fellowship, the excitement of competition, and the spectacle of innovative rituals.
But the intelligentsia is not solely, or even mainly, to blame. The larger failure is due to political circumstances over which they have had little control. The past governments failed to create an environment of possibility that fosters camaraderie, rewards innovative ideas and encourages resilience. Our leaders have hitherto embraced orthodox ideas and therefore failed to offer many opportunities for drawing outside the line.
I believe our leaders reset has been cast in the same faculties as those of their predecessors. If had I told them that we can build our very own Space Center like NASA, they would throw me out of their offices.
“Unawazimu? Toka hapa.” (Are you mad? Get out of here)
Knowing well that these leaders will not embody innovation at Walter’s level let’s begin to look for a technologically active-positive leader who can succeed him after a term or two. That way we can make our own Posho Mills, water filters, water pumps, razor blades, and harvesters. Let’s dream big and make tractors, cars, and planes, or, like Walter said, forever remain inferior.
A fundamental transformation of our country from what is essentially non-innovative to a strategic superior African country requires a bold risk-taking educated leader with a triumphalist attitude and we have one in YOU. Don’t be highly strung and feel insulted by Walter. Take a moment and think about our country. Our journey from 1963 has been marked by tears. It has been an emotionally overwhelming experience. Each one of us has lost a loved one to poverty, hunger, and disease. The number of graves is catching up with the population. It’s time to change our political culture. It’s time for Kenyan intellectuals to cultivate an active-positive progressive movement that will change our lives forever. Don’t be afraid or dispirited, rise to the challenge and salvage the remaining few of your beloved ones.
Africans like Sang who mistreat fellow Africans are worse than the wazungu who imprisoned Nelson Mandela.
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What Sang did at Kenya @ 50 celebrations is dispeakable and should not be accepted. But since he is Kenya he knows how to play the minds of wanainchi. Very few Kenyans will say no to free things in this case it was free food and free drinks, yes drinks kenyans just love to drink especially when it comes at no cost.
Coming to think about it, its the same mentality that has lead us to where we are, thus poverty, diseases and even unemployment et al. Because of a few shillings thrown your way during elections we end up with the kind of leaders we have today. The way i see it there is no difference in mentality of those who graced sangs celebration for kenya at 50 and of those who time and time vote this useless leaders we have that are just sinking Kenya. If we have to save Kenya each one of us kenyans will need a total different mind set. A mind that looks deep into the future and not present like in right now the question is how do we go about this?
Sangs kenya at 50 celebrations ought to have been boycotted by all Kenyans regardless.
Sang Sang Sang. You have quite a start with the Kenyan public here. I hope you are happy with the isolation you have brought between you and the principled lot. Keep dealing under the table because after all, it is your time to eat.
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