a lifted East african standard storyBy Barrack Muluka
I would have thought that I, Joseph, the dreamer of dreams, was most eminently qualified to become Kenya’s special envoy to Sudan.
Apart from having been trained in diplomacy, I am able to dream in more than 10 languages, including two that Africa imported from Europe.
This is to say nothing of the fact that I was taught everything there is to know about the amoeba, the spirogyra and assorted flotsam and flotilla in Gikuyu.
But the Mzee who lives on the Hill thinks otherwise. You remember how in November 2005 we whitewashed the Mzee on the Hill in the referendum vote?
You remember how I told him that the time for change had come? Then I asked him to give me Francis Muthaura’s job in Harambee House. He refused.
Now the Mzee on the Hill, otherwise known as President Mwai Kibaki, has refused to give me the job in Sudan. He has instead given it to the Mzee he described at Uhuru Park on December 30, 2002 as a man of “ineptitude and misrule”.
He said that the man from Sacho, otherwise known as Mr Daniel arap Moi, was handing him a country in tatters and full of “miasma”.
Now the “miasma man” is a Government ambassador and I, Joe, the dreamer of dreams, can only continue dreaming of better things to come.
I can only dream that maybe one day, Kiraitu Murungi and David Mwiraria will go back to Meru to eat cassava and look after goats while dreamers of dreams shows them how governments are run.
But that will be in post-ODM-Kenya and post-Narc-Kenya days. I was thinking that ODM-Kenya would take me to glory land.
But the thing seems to be dead, or dying. And the Man on the Hill is gleefully dancing on ODM-Kenya’s grave.
That is why he can engage the old man of Kanu in true Mugumo tree style and ODM-Kenya can do nothing about it.
The ODM-Kenya family can only wallow in a web of political denial. They obtain in forlorn belief that this crowd puller will still rise up and walk again. When they form themselves in huge crowds they take this as a sign that the party is strong, vibrant and united.
They imagine that God is happy in heaven, looking at their party and saying “it is well”. But a great person will remain a crowd puller, even in death. And ODM-Kenya was a great political outfit.
At the apogee of its glory, the thing straddled the country like the albatross. Its leaders gravitated from one corner of the country to the other, singing “Mapambano, mapambano, bado mapambano!”
They moved from here to there, stirring up wananchi with expectancy and sounding ultimatums to the President and the Government. They caused ministers to resign and forced the President to sack others.
Chris Murungaru went and George Saitoti went, too. Mwiraria and the powerful Kiraitu went. Kiraitu would lament to scribes, “What do you want and yet you made us to be sacked?” ODM-Kenya was not only barking, she was biting, too.
Then the big guns in ODM-Kenya, otherwise known as “luminaries”, decided to become dreamers of dreams too. They dreamt of how they were going to make themselves big men, living on the big hill.
They started calling themselves horses and saying how they were the only horse that could defeat the horse called the big man in the big house on the Hill.
The big man was waiting for a good fight with them. But they were busy fighting each other, like foolish children. They even forgot about the Mzee on the Hill.
And so the Mzee began behaving as if they were dead and he was a Marabi dancer, dancing on their grave.
The Mzee on the Hill is now free to live his Mugumo dream. You remember how this Mzee once said that to remove Kanu; otherwise known as Baba Na Mama wa Taifa, was like trying to fell the Mugumo tree with a razor blade? And you remember how the Mzee from Sacho once told Raila Amolo Odinga, otherwise known as Tinga, alias Agwambo, that “Kanu iko na wenyewe“?
So what does it matter if “wenyewe” put on the colours of Narc-Kenya, Democratic Party, or whatever? What does it matter when a chameleon moves from a red surface to a green one? Does change of pigment make it a new chameleon?
Now Uhuru Kenyatta, who belongs to the Mugumo family tree, has decided to go back home. He is looking for excuses instead of real reasons to make a dignified return.
But has he not read where it is written: “I will set out and go back to my father and say to him: Father, I have sinned against heaven and you. I am no longer worthy to be called your son. Treat me like your hired men?” For they say in the Good Book: “But the father said, ‘Quick, bring the best robe and put it on him. Put a ring on his finger and sandals on his feet … for this son of mine was dead and is alive. He was lost and is found.”
Poor dreamer of dreams, the Mugumo tree and power alcohol in ODM-Kenya are shaking my dreams. ODM-Kenya has opened space for “ineptitude”, “miasma” and big English words that we shall be saying in Uhuru Park in December 2011. But what a painfully long wait it is going to be!
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