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 i...

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...

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 ...

Kenya a lovely country with enterprising citizens and loudmouthed leaders has just made a discovery. She has oil. That thick black liquid is flowing within the veins of this exuberant country. Phew! Slowly we are burying the hoe and going mining. The capital city is relocating to northern Rift Valley if my prospects are to be believed. Ten years ago the North of Kenyan had always been in Ethiopia, right now its warming up to become one of the Kenya most admired county and with flourishing investments. Developments will blossom and before long I will be relocating to the now cool north. Evidently enough, the navigation toward the north has heard a tale of a forgotten area. We do not have roads but camel tracks. If you believe me then you are either blind or have never travelled beyond. In the desert looking for a track is tougher than looking for that needle in a haystack, better put, several camels would have made it successfully into the eye of a needle by the time you scream e...

The media ran a story concerning red meat and cancer a couple of days ago. The may point of concern was, red meat could be a major contributor to cancer cases. The advice then, which I believe has to be branded on butcheries and packaging material of the red meat, “excessive consumption of red meat can lead to cancer.”   This scientific discovery is quite timely and of course carries more weight than any other discovery. Yea, it offers solution to a field where there is none. It also has a ring of truth. Statistics show that cancer cases have been on the rise. A quick glance of the number of butcheries in a certain hubbub answers all your questions. History of meat consumption The thought of red meat being a murderer had me thinking, it took me to the time of Abraham, a man who was known to roast meat, read lamb, even when there was no reason to. This guy had an insatiable appetite for lambs. Yet he died peacefully as predicted by God. I thought of my ancestors, they too...

       When you look around the vast expanse of Kenya, you see a beautiful grandeur with quite an interesting tinge of a welcoming common farmer. This farmer toils  day and night to make a leaving and even educate his/her children. You will also see peaceful neighbourhoods where the men exchange news from Nairobi as they lazy the day off and the womenfolk till the land.       Young boys will be spotted digging or looking after the cattle and later playing football. These images are a mock-up in almost all Kenya with slight variation as it may be. Quickly scan your mind into the Kenyan slum, and this image though dirty and disoriented has that sense of harmony. Young boys will be seen playing games and some women keeping mama mboga busy with stories, call it town gossip.        Now creep into the Kenyan affluence and that smile that was forever ached on your face fades with a façade grim ...

Vision 2030, a dream on every Kenyan mind could remain just that if any of the event of the past few years are anything to go by. The post election violence was just that tip of the Iceberg. It tore the country into ugly, tribal lines, showing the teeth of vehemence withheld. Then came the arduous journey to reconciliation. This journey has moved sluggishly showing just how much our leaders have become redundant to kill the only dog they can easily use for security when the worst come biting. What do you expect anyway? Every Kenyan knows where their loyalties lie; to the tribe and secondly a distant far, the nation. Government appointments are exemplary, brandishing the tag with pride and ‘dignity’ it so deserves. The vein of everyone young and old flows this blood. These tribal divisions are to lead us to the dream 2030? No. Parastatals. These are also the benchmarks for our economy. Gradually, they have been privatised. Some still in the grasp of the state, but I bet priva...