The Bitter Dread

One of those days the dread feels bitter with the world. Absolutely psyche-less! Maybe has to do with the sheer volume of the idiocy talent pool that we have in this country. That said anyway, Jah forbid that I be judge upon fellow Idren as I’m only speaking my mind. 

 

I’m always irked by the pompous people who think because they know a thing or two about a particular mundane subject that makes them an authority on the same. They will ram it down your throat on social forums and the least attempt on engagement by someone more knowledgeable degenerates into an ugly ‘tweef.’

 Then we have the plastic people we have around with borrowed mannerisms and all manner of ‘isms’ that are detestable to a dread. Sunday Christians and Ramadan Muslims that are pious on ‘religious’ days but all over spreading hate, crude jokes and malice on any other day. Realness is scarce I tell you. The same people will jump into any social fad bandwagon for fear or missing out. They will tell you they are listening to a particular radio show or watching something on TV just because that’s what every other ‘fool-osopher’ is ranting about on the Twitter timeline or Facebook wall. Your date with His Imperial Majesty draws nigh!

 I hope this bitterness does not get down to levels of people I see on social media that rant, curse and have an opinion on just about anything. I have this cheeky idea though of having a database of people’s numbers like one Alai guy then start throwing them around when I feel like….namba za masufferer lakini…

Rastafari Bless!

Wanjiku Impunity

Impunity is one of the most (mis)used words in Kenyan lingo. Interestingly, the word seems to be synonymous with governance and politics. But come to think of it. Kenyans at the lowest of levels have perfected this vice and are the first ones to throw it around whenever their millions are stolen by the leaders they (s)elected.

I’m not trying to hold forte for thieving politicians and learned crooks. I do not give a rat’s behind if the thief is ball-less like one professor or a poet who preaches ‘mbas’ politics. They all deserve a special place in Kamiti pre-1987 or whichever year it was the hangman’s services became redundant.

On a Wanjiku (sic) level, however, the impunity manifested in our day to day activities would shame the drug dealers, rapists, murderers and extortionists that fart and snooze all day in that inAugust house along Parliament Road.

What would you call this prevalent behavior where I send you 200 shillings by mistake via Mpesa and you withdraw then switch of your phone? Impunity par excellence! Or instances where motorists think they ALWAYS have a right of way over pedestrians even in designated crossings?

The common thuggery in our hoods is not by the ruling elite (ok, maybe they do indirectly through lack of policy and frameworks to create jobs and keep young people off streets) but by people who in essence are in the same social class. Beggars stealing and killing beggars a few rungs above them in the lower end of the social ladder. Just wish they did that elsewhere..

Walk in the streets and drop a coin or Jah forbid, your mobile phone, only the rarest of souls will pick it up and hand it to you.

And yes, in the social media (that fad that has created this delusional all-powerful behemoth called KOT) tribal, gender, sexual and other chauvinists abound. Very quick to point out ills in the wider society but pushing the same in social media disguised as jokes and other trends. One could go on and on…..

One thing about Kenyans is that they complain loudest when they are victims but will quietly look on and look the other way if it’s their neighbor in problems. You actually get the feeling there is a silent wish they were the ones in positions of power to have a feel of the famed cake…

I’m writing this on stolen time and resources which is impunity in itself so I rest

Rastafari Bless!

(C)