Sunday, 3 August 2014

THE FLOOD



These floods,

Cascading,

Overflowing,

And ebbing towards our lives,

Of cocaine,

            Liquor,
           Marijuana.

Disguised, in the YOLO mantra

These cunning cruel monsters
Have come, spreading their wings,
Their fangs and claws
In readiness to grip, grasp and crush
Sweeping the young virile men
Suffocating and drowning them into oblivion.
Shuttering valid dreams into pieces

 

At first it started as a snail
Then the ripple effect

Drowning the youth

Into a sea of madness.
Their eyes flashing red- bloody red
Their mouths uttering incoherent validation
In their stupor death beckoned
The effect of a moment of excitement
Widows and orphans
Valid dreams shuttered
Pain sorrow and deep emotional scars
Behind these pains; GREED
Thirsts for quick bucks
 A burning sensation
Get-rich-quickly-scheme
The police takes the bribe
He looks the other way
The pint seller adds poison
To sow great profits
Perennial African weakness; greed and individualism
“Everybody for himself God for us all.”

Monday, 12 May 2014

A CURSED CONTINENT??








 Africa, a land full of immense natural wealth, the continent solved the jigsaw puzzle of the spot to the world’s resources long before Archaeology became a passion.
However, what we have since independence is civil war, diseases and hunger- a luscious news story for international media.
 For starters, Africa is this continent according to international media, infested with hunger, political violence; dictatorship…the list is endless. The west has often portrayed Africa as inhabited by poverty-stricken, hopeless, bloodthirsty, and barbaric people; nothing good seems to come out of this ‘Dark Continent’.

In came the colonialist with their brutal way of leadership that called for resentment among the African leaders under the code name Pan African. With fierce opposition from the Pan African, the callous colonialist shied away and returned to their motherland. It decoded to a country gaining independence from its colonial masters.

Many decades later, Africa has remained a shadow of its colonial masters. The fierce Pan Africanist embarked on a journey spree of acquiring wealth that was hurriedly left by the colonial chiefs. Today perhaps Africa would have been better under the colonial oppression; at least development would be evident bench-marking the European nations.

A country like Congo for example, is blessed with gold and diamond in plenty but its people are living in abject poverty following constant civil wars between the rebels and the government. Is there more to this than meets the eye? Probably, invisible faces behind the scenes, working hard to ensure the situation remains the way it is. According to critics, the dirty tricks of the CIA had the hands in this entire African affair.

Riek Machar and Salva Kiir under their watch- South Sudan is burning, for some unknown selfish interest. These are political elites who fights through volatile words meant to spark hatred among their supporters. It takes us back to the 1994 Rwanda genocide.

People like Uncle Bob feel life on the fast lane on power is the only thing life offered. He would rather die than leave the comfort of power. Power is addictive. Death is the only thing to separate him from the warmth of power.
Our colonial masters went many calendars ago but their presence is still felt in the 21st century. The birth of Neocolonialism. 


Countries on the Core (where former colonial masters control the world’s economy) have come up with creative ways that has created a piped dependency among countries on periphery, mostly found in Africa. Money from rich countries has trapped many African countries in a cycle of corruption, slower economic growth, and poverty. The dependency is a self-esteem destroyer that Africa sometimes ‘feels ashamed’ when ‘begging’ for money from the World Bank.
The top list of the transparency international 2011 corruption index in the world, African countries lead the pack, occasionally exchanging positions among themselves.

African leadership is a bad case study. Its leadership for a few individuals who matters to the society at the expense of the poor majority. The political elites. The leadership is known to have a tight grip on power, until death bacon's. They invaded public coffers long before the world went to recession and stashed the loot somewhere in Geneva. The Swiss banks have a reputation of secrecy. Favorite of Africa’s kleptocracy seeking a safe place for money they acquire while in power.

Over the past four decades, aid to Africa quadrupled from around $11 billion to $44 billion, with a net increase of almost $10 billion during the period 2005-2008 alone. This money is meant for development but standing atop Mount Kilimanjaro, no development in sight for Africa. The country on the Core becomes extremely wealthy while the latter suffocate in poverty. The discrepancy is alarming. But nobody cares. Why should we care anyway!!


The West imposing ideologies to Africa has been the order of the day. Boot-licking relations, for that elusive, AID towards development. Many international Organizations have invested heavily on development project in Africa but it has never been felt in the African nerves. Africa is the perennial victim of a villain West, a battle ground for their own interest. Nevertheless, there is hope, only when Africa raises its self-esteem to higher grounds and stop worshiping the demi gods Westerners.Undeniably, Africans are not perfect. However, rarely do we engage in introspection to review the role that we ourselves play in perpetuating these Western Stereotypes. Until Africans capture their own reality, the continent will continue to suffer from this tyranny of a single narrative.

Saturday, 12 April 2014

A POEM: SAY IT ALL




BY; MOSES MUDAVADI
A murmur of anticipation, ripples through the room
Can you hear, the silent voice, it’s getting’ louder loom
Nice dream if you have an 8 to 5 job
A nightmare for the job hunter/seeker

Ladies and gentlemen, booms a voice from the spotlight
What’s the fuss about; from you job seekers or is it hustlers?
You complain there are no jobs. Have you tried farming?
Whining about, the know-people theory to get a job
Aren’t you aware of the spirited effort of networking?

It’s a mad, mad world, a man eat man society
I bet nobody told yah, it’s not going to be easy
Neither is the problem so hard to counter
Its all in the mind, if its hard it will be so a banter

The problem with a graduate is being choosy
By the fact that you are learned does not make one superior
Unless your dad is an Executive in a blue chip company, you have to start somewhere

It’s a hard reality but then it’s the truth of the matter
Start with that small job and slowly climb through the ladder
Many a graduate the world without job is a world of frustration
It’s like the world is coming to an end, it shouldn’t be, should it?
Shape up the destiny, the destiny a stone throw away
Network, network, and do more of networking
Its serve the best dosage for a job search fever
Go to church; attend wedding and any social event
Conferences, launches and any other professional gathering
Are viable places for knowing people
Meeting the potential employer without much hustle

Meanwhile be patient
Take a courage pint
Persevere at all cost
And remember God’s time,
Is the best time.




Friday, 4 April 2014

A DAMNED KENYAN GRADUATE




Courtesy;Google images
December 2013 saw many Kenyan university students graduating. Many conferred the power to read and do all things that pertains to reading. The smile in their faces said it all.
The graduation becomes a celebration, an emotional one (apart from the ceremony organized by the uni especially the public ones-it’s usually a miserable flop). Family members from grandmother to the distant cousins becomes part of these auspicious occasion. Those living under the rock, are fast shocked by the skimpily dressed college girls. They go an extra mile to mention names like- perverts. It is hard to convince such a person it is the way of life. Not mentioning, that is just the tip of the iceberg.
Majority come for the obvious reason of celebrating a first family degree. The very first course towards Middle Class. For others it is adding to the family title of a learned generation. A comrade struggles for 4, 5, or even 6 years for that elusive paper. However, it soon dawns; a degree is a family affair and not an individual achievement. A degree belongs to the whole community.
When all was said and done, reality checks in, a comrade realizes there is a thin line between fantasy and reality when tarmacking takes its course. The former classmate occasionally calls to inquire the life progress-prevails, while feigning consolation and assurances-‘things will fall into the right place’.
Not long, a lucky graduate secures an internship with a dream company. A 15k stipend will be a great contract, this call for a celebration. The party is briefly interrupted when one realizes the amount is taxable- Uncle Sam too needs to pay bills. HELB too will want to soak in that 15k pool in the name of a salary.
Rumors spread faster
By now the rumors albeit exaggerated, will have reached the village, that a comrade is employed at a blue chip company. The news throws the village into a frenzied celebratory mood. Aunt Truphena will be quick to mention how her prayers have been answered after a week-long of constant prayers and fasting. She will demand her share of the pie.
Family problems seem to bulge when a comrade gain employment. Yours will not be an exception. That distant cousin who sacrificed their meager earnings to attend the graduation with an expensive gift will want a special favor to sponsor one of their many children to college. There is pressure left right and center. The employer will cede to the HELB and KRA pressure and you start to realize why the economy is unbearable. That’s a damned life of a Kenyan graduate with an extended family.