New beginnings

Saturday, January 12, 2013

This two faced God of ours


Them He blesses
This two faced God or ours
He gives in half’s
That is his way

Them He makes a mockery of
He either gives too much in ability
Or endows with great disability
This is his way

In ability, mans deficiencies show high as he soars
Yet, inability nudes mans dependency
To the blessed sane,
He gives in half’s

Artist’s reknown
Knave’d by desire destructive addictions fatal
Statesmen great, afflicted by fires of the groin he moulds
This two faced God of ours

Yet, above all turmoil of expectation and ambition
In subjecting to life’s lessons of moderation and reason
The saving grace of self preservation and triumph over calamity for them he dangles
Them he blesses.  

Them He blesses
This two faced God or ours
He gives in half’s
That is his way

Thursday, December 6, 2012

let the roads lead where I walk safe regardless time.

Blot out the sun, dusk
Bring on the mask of conscience, night
By light gentlemen turn them into hunters by night
Wedding band displayed by day
Into pocket deep now hidden
Sniffing skirts, which by day demure
And in boardroom skirts suits dressed
Are ready to fall for a flirt, a stare, a glance.

World of lust, the loins yearn

Alike the hunter carrying an elephant heavy
Killed by greed when he stooped to add squirrel to his tally,
Man, let go that that urge for that smile that dimple,
That hair that shines black is horse by origin
That bottom is laden with additives,
That angel is laden with woes of the Pandora
Be content, like the uncircumcised boy who is ok
With roasting the testicles of the slaughtered family billy goat
Just like him, be content with what you have.

But I will be at the corner, watching, taking my poison
And will tell your tale tomorrow.
Blot out the sun, dusk
But let the roads lead where I walk safe regardless time.

Wednesday, November 28, 2012

FAMED SIDE DISHES - YAANI MIPANGO YA KANDO


Mutuiri Gitonga
2012-11-27
FAMOUS MIPANGO YA KANDO
Kibaki’s presidential brief to the country that he has only one family is arguably one of the most memorable. This was in response to rumor that he had a second family. A woman described as a business woman, moving around with bodyguards and living the life of the upper socialites while appearing at political functions portraying the picture of one representing the man in the highest office in the land had tongues wagging.
Not to help matters was the business woman’s daughter, media-tagged the president’s daughter, being negatively connected with infamous Artur Margarayan brother’s, the kings of impunity far as drugs, gun running, raiding Standard’s offices and sauntering above the law was concerned. Unlike leaders in the southern part of Africa to whom taking many wives is not an issue, our president chose to quiet things his-own-selfish-way.
He is not the first, nor the last ‘big man’, to have ‘the other woman’ mentioned alongside his name.
Until a month or so ago, David Petraeus was a highly decorated military officer, having risen to the highest echelons in the US military and going on to head the renown CIA. At sixty, married and a father of two, it took the ‘other’ woman’s jealous to bring his untainted career tumbling. Paula Broadus, in a bid to protect her turf as official mistress, sent a series of anonymous emails to her perceived rival Jill Scott and in the ensuing investigation, other top military brass are in the red.
History is laden with tales of mistresses. In the decade past, the Monicah Lewinsky saga threatened to bring down the career of Bill Clinton, often billed as the first black president for his favorable terms on this race that has been looked down upon in the history of mankind. After months of denial, the president owned up to his transgressions. His wife, who Secretary of state Hillary Clinton stood by him and he survived impeachment.

It is perhaps to quote from the book of Luke 12:48 ‘From everyone who has been given much, much will be demanded; and from the one who has been entrusted with much, much more will be asked’ that can explain why there is so much scrutiny in the highest offices of in land. Moral integrity goes hand in hand with leading a nation, but that has never stopped these leading men from taking on a consort.

While some mistresses took their place in the shadows of the first family, others led to events that would change the course of history. The Church of England, which until today is headed by the English Monarchy, traces its beginnings to King Henry VII revolting against papal power in order to marry his mistress, Anne Boleyn. Years earlier, he had a relationship with Mary’s sister, Mary. He later had her beheaded so he could remarry.

While mornach’s had their share of consorting with sisters, one Marylin Monroe, the all time American beauty Icon of the sixties is said to have swung between the president John F. Kennedy and, the Attorney general and later the future AG and John’s brother Robert F. Kennedy. Her two timing is said to have led to her death from a supposedly induced overdose. The two brothers also went on to be felled by the assasin’s bullet seven years apart
As far as presidents go, America’s longest serving president, Frankline Delano Roosevelt had his share of pie, and he ate it. Roosevelts wife, Eleanor had hired Lucy Mercer as personal secretary to FDR. The ensuing relationship almost caused a divorce among the first couple, but state obligations prevailed on the two to stay tied by the wedding band.

Back to the monarchy loin intrigues. Great Britains and Northern ireland long reigning monarch queen Elizabeth II owes her royal seat to her uncle giving the seat to her father so he could marry his twice divorced sweet heart, the American socialite Wallis Simpson. They later divorced.

Decades later, the world was to be heartbroken when the world beloved princess Diana Spencer went public with the news that she was seeking divorce from the next in line to the throne. She lay her claim that there were three people in the marriage. Camila Parker Bowles, longtime lover of Prince Charles was the third leg in the tripod. Much later after the sensational death of Princess Diana, Prince Charles married the now divorced Carmilla. They are still together.
Perhaps, so as not to jeopardize marriages, these public figures should borrow a leaf from our very own Walter Mong’are a.k.a Nyambane who officiated his marriage to his second wife, TPF’s Linda Muthama. Or take after anti Jigger crusader the beauty queen Cecilia Mwangi who came out in public as being the second wife of a youthful coast politician, Mungatana.
Perchance the Europeans have sold the culture of monogamy to the world, but the worlds residents have not wholly taken to the practice. Perchance, it is to those whom much is given that much is expected in return; in the form of sharing.






Wednesday, November 14, 2012

RUSTLING A WAY OF LIFE

The upper part of Kenya, or the Northern Frontier extending all the way past upper Eastern to upper Rift Valley province is a study in character. Fifty years after the colonialist left, lifestyle seems to have stood still in the behinds of the interiors of this places, with sophisticated guns being the only modernity to make a visit. Guys still live in Manyattas whose structure, build and purpose has not changed for centuries.

While modern clothing is one of the greatest legacies our white masters bequeathed us, walking around in a loin clothe for men and topless women showing breast the shape of the loveliest mountains is the norm up there. Kenya, some will tell you, is a place they imagine beyond the vast ridges, Laga's and terrains so rough snakes find it hard to slither.

The societal social structure remains almost intact as it has been over the centuries; -sets determine how life revolves, and as of yore when raiding from one community would make a foray into another tribe to acquire livestock and virgins, the same is required of the age-sets today. Warriors have come of age, they want to prove their manhood.

I am told it is the rainy season up there. With plenty of pasture for goat and cow, young blood warriors are raring to swell the number of their livestock. It is the way of life.

What went awry with the police is a matter for the elders, but disarming the Turkana will simply not do. It is like asking a football team to play without a goalkeeper. Their traditional rivals the Pokots, the Samburu, the Merille, the Sangira and the Karamajong will have a field day, raiding at will.

The problem up there goes crosses the border and spills into Uganda, Southern Sudan, Ethiopia and at times rears its head into the lawless Somali.

Whatever KDF does up there, let it be a lesson to all and sundry that taking the life of a policeman is signing your death sentence. But let the governments, yes, regional governments too wake up to the fact that when communities are allowed to go at each others necks for livestock and slay each other at will 24-7-364, then the value for life diminishes in their eye and even that of a police officer seems ordinary like that of any other.

I say let the uniform (Govt) be respected, but going into Turkana territory with Samburu reservists could have triggered memories that date back into warring times. To dis-arm the Turkana is also throwing away the Elmi triangle that is contested by Kenya and other regional governments up there. Get the elders, knock their knees a bit and order them to maintain order among their protege.

It is not everywhere that the law applies as it is written in the constitution. That is why their is a law called the law of the jungle.

Mutuiri Gitonga

Saturday, October 27, 2012

FESTERING TERRORISM

Sheikh Rogo. A name on everyone's lips. Same as Omar Mwamwhatever, the MRC Leader. And almost everyone is up in arms at the death, or treatment, of this guys whose outfits, however genuine their concerns, are being addressed in the wrong ways.
I beg to ask, who knows the name of the officers injured or slain when a grenade was lobbed at them post Rogo's killing? Can someone give me a name of one
of the nine police officers murdered in the Tana delta squabbles? Is anyone concerned about the officer slain juzi when a grenade was lobbed at them as they apprehended terror suspects in Mombasa?
Countrymen, we are entertaining the proverbial snake into our households. When we ignore the lives of those who miss a wink to ensure we are safe and scream our hearts out at the bringing down of those targeting those we hold dear with explosive death, we must be watching too much CSI and NYPD. How the hell do you reason with an Eastlands gangster to put his gun down?
To all activists out there, get your act together. Like the hyena told a bone lodged in its throat, 'kaindi meruka, kuri indi ya itheru'. (Bone, please get swallowed, this is not the time to joke around)

Muzzled Donkey.

An old shawl thrown over her once expensive sweater strangles her neck as she trudges the ridge in mud caked gumboots that are partially covered in a once upon-a-time-ago in-fashion long flowing skirt common with rural women. A tea picking basket hugging her back, she heads home in a robot like trance; Being midweek and her offspring being school going children, she has spent the night at the tea
buying center.

From far, her sturdiness is visible, seems she was a beauty in her day. As she draws near, her gnarled crackly fingers, weather beaten face and resigned look in her eye sets one aback. She looks like a deflated football, a shell of her former self.

She is one of the millions of African women who labor the family land, producing world class coffee, tea or cocoa, but the paying account being registered in the the family's patriarch, she and her offspring, on whose backs production relies, have to rely on the benevolence of the family head.

Whether it is a wheat boom in Narok, Timau or the Rift-valley to Maize sales or coffee or tea booms in all highland areas across the country or better, if its a farmer selling substantial kilos of tobacco at Kaanwa market to a nomadic herdsman offloading his stock of livestock, girls and a Tusker are their first thought.

Those who get drunk and are robbed before getting sucked dry in nights of faked passions and get home with empty purses are the lucky ones; there are those, seeing girls young enough to be their granddaughters, genuflect at the alter of the gods of intercourse, and aided by the power of V go on to eat the V and go on to import diseases for their working wife back home. (First V is Viagra, dimwit. nkt)

A bird informs me Koinange street is deserted because apparently the birds have moved to Nkubu, to feast on the Tea Boom. Arume tukuura.

Friday, October 5, 2012

FOREVER MY HERO

Harrison Maitha, the bodyguard who died protecting Fisheries Minister Amason Kingi, first had his hands severed as he warded off Panga blows meant for Ministers head. He will forever be my hero, the man who did his job to the best of his abilities. He reminds me of my close friends in the various forces, with very young families and bright dreams and burning ambitions. In uniform or plainclothe, they are on duty when you are blissfully snoring while in happy dreamland. 
In the coldest of weathers or meanest drizzles they prowl our neighborhoods, watchful for that burglar who wants to break into your house and rudely interrupt as you make love to your woman.
It don’t matter that this gallant gentlemen are usually posted at the other end of the Country away from the comfort of their families and live in shacks that would be ashamed to stand amidst Kibera’s ramshackle’s.
It don’t matter that the public never does appreciate most of what they do, and heap all blame on them. When we overlap, we blame em for traffic snarl-ups. When we cause raucous in establishments and they though us in, we blame them. In our eyes, they are the personification of that which they fight, evil. How wrong…..ok, there are afew flies that spoil the broth.
It reminds me of a tribute coined ages back, http://mutuirigitonga.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-salute-you.html (I salute you)

Thursday, September 27, 2012

NITHI MP AND AGRICULTURE ASSISTANT KAREKE MBIUKI A FAILURE TO NITHI AND KENYA.



As first term Member of Parliament Nithi and assistant minister for Agriculture, Kareke Mbiuki’s tenure is a failure in delivery heightened only by gaffes. While the whole country is crying out for Waititu to face the law on charges ranging from incitement to murder charges, Kareke is the only MP seeing the innocent side of Waitutu's remarks that had fatal results. Great. 

Elected on a wave of change by presenting himself to the voters, mainly the youth, as a learned and youthful agent of change, -his election promises have been anything but met. On the ground, his projects, without debate whose cost have been exaggerated on the high, are an insult to his MBA in Strategic management background at the University. No wonder there, its the age of copy paste Wiki. Any human of average IQ and without literate credentials knows the forces that determine market forces are not just physical market structures; hawkers who swamp our Nairobi streets in the evenings would have great facilities and no customers if they were relocated to stalls in some remote parts of the country. His stalled stalls projects that cost a fertile pit of oil is a story for another day.

The basic purpose of power, wielded appropriately, is to bring service delivery to ones people. In the days of yore, leaders used to ensure their people were well fed and equipped before leading them in fights against perceived enemies or into distant lands. This, today, might be translated into uplifting the welfare of a people so they move from hunger, poverty and disease into the plane of self sustenance and creation of wealth.
As an assistant minister for Agriculture the last five years, Kareke has shown no such initiatives to propel his constituents forward. That tells you how much he has done for the people of Kenya. Basically, he lacks the fire in the belly to perform. With him holding that position, it’s a mark-time for Kenyans while time and matches by.  

If asking for evidence of a robust development record on the ground is too much for this honorable, on the argument that the CDF allocated to Nithi constituency, which has since been split into two constituencies, Maara and Chuka~Igambang’ombe is too has been too little to serve a vast constituency from these mortal man, look at his record in the august house.

The main role of members of parliament being to legislate laws, represent constituents, debate and pass budgets, oversight and making or unmaking the executive. Of this five critical roles, on a scale of one to ten, Kareke scores a zero.
Wait. While other legislators were busy checking the executive or going through the budget with a fine tooth comb, Kareke was busy handing out Uhuru’s hats at the Hague. We did not elect a representative to hawk hats at the international criminal court; we elected Kareke based on the credentials he presented to us, those of a manager with an economic degree and the suaveness of a young intellectual. Too bad, we failed to read the book from its cover. If defending the innocent until proven guilty, or guilty until proven innocent like Embakassi's Waititu is his cup of tea, let him enroll for law classes and stop buffoonery on national TV.

His political and gender sensitive gaffes too at the national level have exposed the constituency and constituents as a laughing stock, journalist with a twitch of humor and other wags carrying on where he dropped the bombshell of awarding five thousand shillings to any woman who bore a child in his constituency, those children being the ones to vote him in as the president come 2027. 

On his home turf affairs are not rosy as they ought be. Having sidelined the Chuka~Igambang’ombe side, which is a new constituency, Kareke has found it hard to sell the lie to Uhuru Kenyatta's TNA that he is the head honcho in the region. At a recent political rally in Chuka town, economic seat of Tharaka Nithi County, Uhuru had to intervene as Kareke was booed off the dais without uttering much as a greeting.
As a Master of Business Administration degree in Strategic Management degree holder, Kareke has failed in his strategies in Nithi. While sitting MP's are going for more lucratives posts, he knows even getting re-elected as MP is a tall task. The saddest loss, however, is for Kenyan’s and humanity as a whole when the so called young people rise to the stage of leadership and greedily put their interests before all else.

Thursday, September 6, 2012

Still

I have let you go
For if holding on
and I stifle you
I die too. 
 
But in my tight clenched fist
I will never let go
The little of you
I still hold to.

Tuesday, July 3, 2012

-To new grazing fields,


Like nomads,
Some are here only for a while
Till the quest for pasture is quenched.
Like the pastoralist's mooing herds needing move
So the feisty systems of our souls demand
-To new grazing fields,
Instinct leading to unknown oasis
We must trek.
Its been a pleasure
And until the cycle comes full,
You whom we've grouped
And until we meet again,
Will be missed.