Bloodbath
Blood, blood and more blood. It's one big mess and I haven't got the guts, time and means to clean it up. Dead bodies splattered everywhere, but then it's all their fault. They should never have moved in the first place. Sure we are all different, and we have different needs. But when it comes to what I have and what I am, that's another story altogether.
Peaceful coexistence? I doubt it. Why couldn't they have stayed in their own land, instead of coming to mine? Fine, I could share my space with them, but they took it to a whole new level by going after me, disrupting my quiet time which has a negative effect on how I look, how I work and how I relate to people on a day to day basis.
Sadly, this was the last straw. Sure, there is talk about accepting others despite their differences, but truth be told, these invaders should never be left alive! We cannot and will not allow them the opportunity to take over what is ours, and especially thinking that our bodies are to be treated as their playgrounds.
I've left my bloodied weapon in plain sight that others will know that I'm not about to surrender my independence for the sake of others' enjoyment. I will fight for my right to be free, to be at peace and to be with my own. Even if it means that the state of my surroundings will be covered with their remains.
"This is where I fight! This is where they die!"
(The following was a description of the state of my bedroom after a rolled up Friday Nation newspaper collided with mosquitoes. All references to murder, genocide and the like should be considered as untrue and misplaced.)
posted by mwasjd @ 4:39 pm
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13 Comments:
This is Mosparta!
I like! Great piece, reflects my sentiments exactly, i am not pals with dudus or most creatures that move my crawling...
"even if it means that the state of my surroundings will be covered with their remains."
that part i found it real deep.
A small axe to the Safaricom IPO
By L. MUTHONI WANYEKI
I am not the daughter of a Big Man. Neither am I married to a Big Man — or even to the son of a Big Man.
I had the good fortune to have essentially middle-class parents who worked hard to give my siblings and me a good basic education. And I had the good fortune to have a mother whose citizenship made it possible for me to attend university, courtesy of the student loans system of her country.
The student loans covered fees and accommodation. But my parents couldn’t afford to send us much money — getting $100 on birthdays and at Christmas was like getting a windfall. So I worked to supplement the student loans, from the time I left Kenya at the age of 16.
Of course, I now recognise that, despite not being associated with a big man’s family, in comparison with the majority of people in Kenya, I am not only fortunate, I am actually extremely privileged.
But, despite that recognition, having worked since the age of 16, I also know the value of my money. I have worked for what I have. This is why, for instance, I get apoplectic with rage about corruption.
Under Kenya’s ridiculously constructed tax brackets, I fall into the same top tax bracket as Kenya’s Big Men. And I get nothing for it, having to pay privately for everything—including security where I live and medical insurance. But, my privileges taken into account, I certainly wouldn’t mind paying the amounts of tax that I do pay if I felt the money went to help those with fewer privileges, not to pay the obscene salaries of those who cannot be bothered to assure the House of a quorum sufficient to pass even 10 Bills a year — or to build the “bigness” of the Big Men.
The other night, some friends and I calculated the share of Safaricom’s reported Ksh17 billion ($253.7 million) profit that would have gone to Mobitelea — the company that, according to the Public Investments Committee, is irregularly in possession of no less than five per cent of the mobile phone company’s shares, meaning that there are apparently no records of Mobitelea having paid for that shareholding.
MEANING THAT MY TAX MONEY, which went into building and sustaining Telkom and Safaricom, was essentially given away. Meaning that, coming back to our calculation, the alleged owners of Mobitelea — the son of a Big Man and the son-in-law of another Big Man under the former regime and a Big Man in this regime — earned themselves no less than Ksh850,000,000 ($12.6 million) last year alone. From doing nothing at all, except live off the profits of having stolen from us. Ksh850 million off my back (and your’s as well). Again, I am incapacitated with rage.
And yet, the Treasury insists that Safaricom’s initial public offer will proceed, regardless of the outcomes of the PIC debate within the House or any court cases that might ensue.
What?!
FRANKLY, DESPITE OUR NEWFOUND fascination with IPOs, I don’t think a single one of us should put a single shilling forward. Those of us who do work hard and honestly deserve better. If shares in Safaricom could essentially be given away to Big Men, their sons and sons-in laws, then they can be given away to us. Why should we pay for them? They’re our property in the first place, which the government was meant to hold in trust for us. If it breached that trust for three of us, then it should share the love with all of us.
It might not seem like it, but there are, in fact, victims of corruption. Those victims are you and me — every single Kenyan who dutifully pays his or her taxes. I’m furious. I’m ready for a tax boycott — the residential associations led the way and it’s time to scale up their efforts. We need to say to hell with that IPO until the issues raised by the PIC have been satisfactorily dealt with. We need to be the “small axes” that Robert Nestor Marley talked about and cut down all those “big trees.”
L. Muthoni Wanyeki is a political scientist based in Nairobi
@makanga
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@agiasi
Cheers. For me, anything that disrupts sleep is a nightmare.
@kipusa
Thanks for the props on my attempts at poetic writing.
@patriotic kenyan
eeh, freedom of expression ndio, but get a blog and send me the link. This was NOT a comment!!!
@mwasjd:Havent watched 300, is it all blood and gore?
@pesatu
Dude, long time. Hope you are ok. 300 is not ALL blood and gore. It is about patriotism, loyalty, love, courage, heroism and self belief. But yes, there is LOTS AND LOTS of blood and gore!
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@kipusa
Seen and done!
@klara, farmgal
Thanks for the laugh, that was the point
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