When Sobriety Hits, So Does the Truth
No alcohol.
Sober as a church mouse.
Being sober has its peaks and lows.
For one, I just realized that for all the years I have lived here, I have never bought window curtains.
No tinted windows.
Nothing.
I have never actually been in this house during the day.
So you can imagine my shock the first time this realization hit me.
I was so shocked I nearly went to the chief’s camp to report theft.
Sunlight ilikuwa imeingia kila mahali.
I looked at the color of my sheets… and my mind just took a walk.
How did I end up here?
I have not seen Jamo and Tumaini, my daughter, for quite a while now.
I hear stories they decided to take a break… rethink their relationship or something like that.
But as they step back…
old birds of prey have started circling again.
Those dead relationships we thought were buried…
Zimerudi.
The damsel singer from Werugha — the one who used to ride with the Subaru boys…
Now she is back in the picture. She wants a piece of Jamo.
The Audacity shocks me!!
Another story of an ex-teacher. Now this one has been there all along, through Jamo's tribulation and two divorces, suddenly she wants to be married to Jamo!! Seriously!! they say two wrongs dont make it right, i leave that at that.
I sit down and ask myself…
Am I really doing the right thing?
Tumaini is gone…
and suddenly these old birds have “good intentions” for my boy Jamo.
I can feel it.
Maybe she is the change Jamo needs.
Maybe the change we need....is DMM
Mwashoko is what Taita and Taveta Needs
These days in the house… sober… quiet…
have been enlightening.
Too much time to think.
Taita Taveta has always been an ODM ground.
For years.
And let’s be honest — we have chosen many incompetent leaders…
not because they were the best…
But because of Baba.
We would sit down proudly and say: “Huyu ako kwa chama ya Baba.”
And that was enough.
Baba was an enigma.
A true statesman.
May his soul rest.
But times are changing.
The political landscape of Kenya is shifting… like a beam balance that has suddenly lost weight on one side.
The vacuum Baba has left… must be filled.
And this move to unite with UDA?
That might just be the beginning of the end of Chama ya Baba as we knew it.
Listen carefully to the young voices.
The ground is speaking.
We cannot talk about the future without acknowledging the youth.
And at the same time… the old must pave way.
Not block the road.
He said: “Mimi ni Sifuna.”
We said: “Sisi ndio Sifuna.”
But as always…
our political class hears us…
and still makes decisions that favour them.
I have been hearing new things about our incumbent senator.
The voice of his own chama has spoken.
And when the support you were supposed to have starts disappearing…
You must ask yourself hard questions.
From National Deputy Chair…
to the County level.
What went wrong?
Let’s be honest.
Politics is brutal.
And sometimes… a leader becomes a dying horse long before the race start.
You bet on that Horse, and sure as Hell...You Loose!!
It is time we start thinking about alternatives.
Maybe Wiper.
But the company she keeps…Jeez!!
If we are honest… some of us cannot even imagine them in leadership.
Mtu wa Mulima is a selfish man with selfish interests.
But politics is dirty.
And me… I don’t play in the mud.
So I leave that there.
We all heard her say Mzima is gone.
We shouted.
We insulted.
We called her names.
But let me ask you something…
How Clueless must one be to say something like that without knowing what they are saying?
Especially an aspirant, that is political suicide.
But me… I read between the lines.
And I was not convinced she was clueless.
I was not convinced she was stupid.
People don’t rise to that level by accident.
Just the other day… I heard the same thing again.
From another son of Taita Taveta.
A man from the Moi era.
A man who, together with the likes of Koigi wa Wamwere, gave the old man sleepless nights.
Mwadawiro Mghanga.
Word to the wise…Old is Gold
Listen carefully when the old speak.
He didn’t just mention Mzima.
He added more.
MacKinnon.
Mtito Andei.
Gone.
And when you hear it once… you dismiss it.
When you hear it again…
you start to listen.
That’s where we are.
As voters… let’s be honest with each other.
We are selfish.
Yes… selfish.
How did we get here?
When our forefathers bled for this country.
Bled!!
Na wewe leo… unauza kura na finje?
Fifty bob?
My God…
Till when are we going to think about today only?
Mpaka lini Taita Taveta?
We are losing the right people.
Good professionals are leaving.
The youth are moving to other counties… looking for greener pastures.
Villages are empty.
Old people left behind.
No one to till the land.
No one to graze cattle.
Public schools in villages… empty.
And still… we sit and clap in rallies.
We cannot continue like this.
We need real conversations.
Honest ones.
Because real development does not start with the governor.
It does not start with the senator.
It starts with you.
The voter.
When I see youth gathered in rallies… shouting… getting paid…
It breaks something inside me.
Because that is not participation.
That is survival.
And survival has never built a future.
Maybe sobriety is not such a bad thing after all.
Because for the first time in a long time…
I can see clearly.
And what I see…
Should worry all of us.
As Chávez once said,
“Once you educate the people, you cannot make them unlearn.”
We have seen the future.
And the future is ours.
They think we don’t see.
But we are faceless… and yet we see.
Gods of Taita Taveta, let’s make it in our own image.
Next Saturday, stay tuned for the next episode.
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