Educating the People: Our Voice, Our Choice.

 Today… we go back to school.

Relax. No uniform. No caning.

Just truth.

Because let’s be honest —

we suffer not because we lack leaders…

we suffer because we don’t understand them.

We vote.

We celebrate.

We complain.

But ask someone the difference between an MCA and an MP…

silence.

Awkward silence.

Then someone coughs and says,


“Si wote wanasaidia maendeleo?”


My friend… that’s where the problem starts.

Let’s start at the bottom.


MCA

Member of County Assembly.

Huyu ndio wako karibu na wewe.

This is the person of the ward.

The one who should know your roads, your water problems, your dispensary, your school.

If your village road is bad — MCA.

If your local clinic has no drugs — MCA should raise it.

If development in your ward is zero — MCA must answer.

Their main job?

To make laws at the county level and oversee the county government.

Yes… oversee.

Same word.

They approve budgets.

They question how money is used.

They represent your ward in the county assembly.

Lakini reality?

Tunawaona tu kwa harambee…

na kwa funerals…

na kwa WhatsApp groups.

And we clap.

Now let’s move up kidogo.


MP.

Member of Parliament.

Huyu sasa ako Nairobi.

Their job is not your village road.

Let me repeat.

Not. Your. Village. Road.

An MP makes national laws.

They debate issues affecting the whole country.

They represent your constituency in Parliament.

And yes… they manage CDF.

Now CDF is where confusion starts.

Because once people see a classroom built…

or bursary imepeanwa…

we think the MP is the one running development.

No.

That is just one small part.

Their real job is legislation.

Making laws that affect Kenya.

But because we love what we can see…

we reduce them to bursary machines.

So now let’s pause.

Governor runs the county.

MCA oversees the county at ward level.

Senator protects the county at national level.

MP makes national laws and represents the constituency.

Simple.

But we have complicated it.

Now here is where things go wrong.

We vote an MCA because ni mtu wetu.

We vote an MP because alitoa chai.

We vote a Senator because anaongea vizuri.

We vote a Governor because alitupa hope.

Then five years later…

we complain.

“Barabara mbaya.”

“Hakuna maji.”

“Hospital haina dawa.”

And I sit there and ask…

did we vote with knowledge…

or with excitement?

Because leadership is not a favour.

It is a responsibility.

And voting is not a celebration.

It is a decision.

Let me say something painful kidogo.

We, the voters… are Passive.

Yes.

Passive to research.

Passive to ask questions.

Passive to hold leaders accountable.

But very active when it comes to complaining.

Very energetic on WhatsApp.

Very energetic kwa rallies.

Very energetic kwa kuuza kura.

Finje!!.

Fifty bob!!.

A plate of pilau?

My God…!!!

Our forefathers bled for this country.

Bled.

And today…

we trade our future for lunch.


But things are changing.

Slowly.


The youth are watching.

Some are asking questions.

Some are refusing to clap blindly.

And that is where hope begins.

Because real change does not start with leaders.

It starts with the voter.

So next time you see a leader…

ask yourself:

Do I understand their role?

Or am I just excited to see them?

Because our voice…

is our choice.

And our choice…

is our future.

Let’s learn.

Let’s question.

Let’s decide better.

And as we sit here… learning… unlearning…
Trying to understand who does what… and why it matters…

Life itself feels like one long lesson.

Because the truth is —
we are late.

Late to understand.
Late to question.
Late to act.

But maybe… not too late to change.

Jamo has gone quiet.

No calls.
No updates.

For once… even him… is thinking.

Maybe for the first time, he is not rushing into another “marriage.”

Maybe he is finally asking himself the same questions we are asking today.

And as we wait for him to decide…

we also wait for ourselves.

Because Jamo is the county.

And we… we are the ones who keep choosing for him.

So this time… as we sit back…
no noise… no excitement… just thought…

Let’s educate ourselves.

Let’s understand the system.

Let’s stop guessing… and start knowing.

Because in the end…

we can’t keep blaming Jamo…

when we are the ones introducing him to the wrong people.

And like Chaves would say…

"Once you educate the people, you cannot make them unlearn."

We see.

Even when we are silent, we see.

Gods of Taita Taveta,
let us create this county in our own image.

Let’s not wait for that cost again.

— Voice of Taita Taveta

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