Wam Literature

Down in the caves of Narok was born a child who was to be named Munyankei. He grew up to be a civil servant and a whistleblower and later the most hated person Kenya ever conceived. Munyankei was one horrible person in this country. The son of the soil that stinks to the chagrin of those trying to clean him. He was rescued from the annals of poverty and after a few strings had been pulled this nincompoop landed a job in the Central Bank of Kenya. As a clerk Munyankei rubbed shoulders with the high and mighty. He knew the secrets of the government and knew the nooks and cranny of the filth within the country. When he couldn’t take it in any more, he let out a loud fart that could make the country stink in the wake of a grand corruption that was slowly making the women of Mathioya reeling with itchy fingers because of jiggers, a problem we could easily solve.   Munyankei saved Kenya at the hour of her need, or perhaps he thought so. By saving our poor country, this poor man lite

Saturday the 16 th saw me seated among kenya’s most pronounced voices of protest. Those people who have nothing to do but raise their voice whenever our sons in politics do something that does not reward them in a way. The guys who have been known to move from one court to the other for matters mundane as causing havoc where the vultures should be feasting in peace. I mean I was attending a Poets and Writers forum (POWO) at…… I don’t need to tell you where?   The theme was basically arts and protest and who else could feature if not, Okiya Omtatah Okoiti, Boniface Mwangi, Maddo, Roomthinker and Muki Garang. The debate was passionate and electric at times very emotional. What amazed me was the passion that was showing in the panelists as they slowly expressed their harrowing experiences with the law.   The image of Omtatah wiping a tear when he recounted the shooting of innocents during the 2008 elections will forever remain in my mind. Omtatah known for his eloquence and bo

It is solemnly cold in Nairobi, Kenya’s business hub and administrative city. Our Members of parliament would have had quite a chance to discuss well in the embracing cold but instead what did they do? Went to the coast where heat is imminent for a retreat! Outrageous indeed! My belief is that when the temperatures are sizzling cold that is the time to think. The cold has the affinity to make the body numb and the mind proactive, I believe. But what is this nutcase about going in Mombasa for a retreat?   The warm climate of Mombasa will instead offer a suitable environment for dozing off. Many of those attending the retreat have had a chance to belch out what they are eating in a peaceful slumber as they dream on the future of Kenyan heckling. Others in attendance are business people religious leaders and some civil society leaders. I don’t have issues with them because; the religious leaders are known to pass through tormenting temperatures converting wolves into shee