Lemuel Mwangi: Sight From Afar - Simple Roots, Big Tree and Dangerous Fruits

Twenty three year ago, an out-crop, planted into being by the ravage of a senior and his offspring junior, stacked its roots into the fertility of a nonpaceful but otherwise peaceful endeavor of a young and thriving state. Though fungi in the essence of reality, the tick was conscious that when a parasite is not thrown out of the life concoction sooner, its time would come when the once powerful host would not have the muscle to authorize the sulking tick out of grasp. 

Aware that a living things spend the better part of life growing up, it would be nothing less  of reality that whoever saw the sight of life first was also certain of the first position in encountering the permanent dimness at the end of the world. Without life and the capacity of holding authority long gone, the R.I.P are no more than resting in peace while those who transmit life hold on to the power sword.

It was this belief that one ‘miraculous’ child sanctioned its own birth, not in the womb, not even a woman nearby, not in a world of diversity; but rather to two human who are rightful of the trouser right from birth. By then, ‘gay’ was nothing more of name and where it mattered, it only brought into focus the return of the satanic power. And without the involvement of the ‘human multiplying biology’ issued at creation, a vigilant and binocular focus into the future of a thriving but trembling country was the simple ingredient from which the now ‘shadow and parallel’ government of Kenya originated. 

At first, it was a simple experiment, but with the continued success, the two technicians sought more and more experiments, with each bearing a higher notch of deadly intricacy than the preceding. But why one more, then another and another experiment?  Simple judgment is well capable of servicing the question mark. Another tree species is ruling the forest. Too bad. The reason has the astonishing maneuver of a ‘realistic’ ideology. History is rather more important here. 

Slightly more than two decades prior to the twenty three years back-which make a total of more than four decades from the current moment- was the time when the country first wore a piece of own rule after the colonizing intruders lost grip of the power. Not everybody fought the war, and for those who fought, some were more battling than others. Those who fought more got the first slot at the helm, not by coincidence but human naturalistic reasons. And that forms the baseline of belief that central Kenyan is the power heave that threw the colonizers away and therefore, these people ‘have more rights’ in the leadership which present the irony of democratic rule in Kenya.

Whether we want to belief it or not, one thing is palpable, something that Kenyans ought to stop ignoring. It is the opportune time for honorable citizens to confront the authenticity that Kenya is no longer run but the hypothetically senior citizens of the august house. There is a authoritarian behind the curtains who decide but leaves the decisions for others to publicize.

 Take a closer look. In the very eyes of the police and in front of administrative gun muzzles, people’s heads are ghastly detached from their bodies. I cannot help wondering whether the authorities run blind when ‘mungiki’ is in town only to regain eye sight later and massacre guiltless youths when the factual killers are long gone. These days, we have more ununiformed nongovernment officers on our roads, collecting levies in the sight of the hawk-eyed ‘Kiganjo’ graduates. Imagine this gang has been ‘banned’ by the government but can still blossom even at the very door steps of a most senior public servant. But what can the government really do when as we you are reading this; there are more than one million member of the mungiki. This is just a percentage of the Kenyan population, but the number is petrifying. 

To qualify to be a mungiki citizen, you have to know how to drink human blood, eat human genitals sausages, and most important, know how to detach a head from the body that hold it above the ground.  But what is rather astounding is that all armed forces in Kenya combined, form a fraction of the mungiki forces and they big men are busy doing nothing about it; they would rather take a nap in the benches of the same parliament we elected them, them form useless commissions after people have been massacred. 

There is no commission that gives life back. I even doubt if the government has a large armory to outdo the mungiki’s. With an estimated 70 percent of Central Kenya population being on Mungiki’s side and the remaining thirty percent being slaughtered on a daily basis, I doubt if Kenyans will have another opportunity to exercise electoral democracy. The gang map is widening day by day, and what are we doing about it?

What evidence do you have to prove that your brother is not a mungiki? What is the count in your family that makes the more than two third percent of the mungiki. And what percentage of Kenya belongs to Mungiki, assuming that other similar gangs like Taliban are not in count. Let Kenyans beware of the three or million murderers who walk in the shadow of a sleepy government.

Kenyans! Sight is not limited to the presence of eyes. It would be appropriately sensible if the government and Kenya as a whole react to this nagging and dangerous issue. If we do not dust off the issue right away, we might have a hard time trying to move the muddy mountain that is rapidly heightening. The Kenya government seems to have forgotten that ‘Wars begin where you will but do not end where you please.’ The government of Kenya has already had the will. But will it have the pleasure?

By Lemuel Mwangi - United States