Wam Literature

      Maybe my view might be misplaced, but I think that a politician has no leader in it. That roughly translated means a politician lacks qualities enough to be a leader. In the past few years, Kenya has been manufacturing politicians out of leaders. Maybe, that is the element lacking in our systems, leadership.       Do we really have a difference between a POLITICIAN and a POLITICAL LEADER ? I think so. A POLITICIAN , according to my primitive dictionary, is someone who has the audacity to proclaim a change he himself cannot perpetuate or see to it that the change has been effected no matter how . A POLITICAL LEADER on the other hand, is an individual with well organized mind who is quick-witted and has the audacity not only to proclaim but also make good of his promise to the people and himself. A political leader too has a manifesto well written.        It is not yet late to start voting in political leaders, it only begins by realizing that, that time has come, the

You can get a man out of the village but getting the village out of him, calls for more than witticism. Take a Kenyan man, give him education, add town or city on him, add him more education, heap the media on him and open up other the communication channels to him. What you get out of his mouth is a stench that can knock you down in a matter of seconds.  I ran a blog ( http://mwashy.blogspot.com/2012/03/let-kenyans-wield-jembe-reconciliation.html ) some time back insinuating that the elite class has more than hatred buried deep within their hearts. With every passing day this ugly picture is getting clearer and clearer. Our education has taught us the perfect way to point out our accusing fingers as we perfectly hide that itch of hatred. What I have come to learn of the privileged in the society is dumbfounding. The more educated we become the more hatred we so accumulate. I may attribute this to the failure of people to acknowledge those who have somehow achieved something in the

I remember those days in school when sports were mandatory for everyone. We used to have the games skits specifically designed to separate the sexes. For the boys it was only a t-shirt and a short colour did not matter. The girls had a ‘Bloomer’ which was something close to a short but swollen as if someone had blown some air in it, and a petticoat, the colour was always yellow. The boys used to admire the beauty in bloomers so much, you could tell from the stares and the pocketing, a sign of relief from beneath. I had a very nice short, going by the standards of the day. By this I mean, my short had no rear lights. As is the norm with Kenyan schools, April is usually the month of rest for most school. My school was not an exception. For those who have been brought up upcountry will attest to the fact that April is the months where food shortage is at the peak. This is the months where the luhyas will come with adjectives to describe the season of hunger. Prone to naming, the