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The NYS recruits showcasing their skills

I was teaching my class four, a Social Studies topic on Conflict resolution, just the other day.

Class four learners, are mostly in their 9 or 10 years. Young, innocent but surprisingly, witty, discerning, analytical. Born in Nairobi, they are far much aware, knowledgeable than many a child in their age, this country.

I explained to them what is law, who makes laws and did not forget to tell them that law is sacrosanct in any society. Violation of the law leads to retribution, punishment or even banishment, in extreme cases. I did not forget, tell them that basic law includes their daily school routine. This is after I had just taught them, yet another emotive subject, about Democracy and Human Rights.

After discussing with them the causes of conflict and school and resolution mechanisms, I asked a simple question: “Do you, think law is well followed in our country?”

Those fond of chorus answers, or those who, maybe, could not clearly comprehend my query nodded their heads, some chorusing in, “Yeeeees!”

But one boy, remained quiet. Raising his left hand, which he writes with, said, “No teacher!”

Knowing that I was at least making a thinker, smilingly, I asked him to explain, why he was objecting.

“My father said that most of the money collected by the government is stolen, that’s why, we missed the Laptops, as promised by the government, in 2013. The people in government don’t care about us children whose fathers are not known by government. They steal. They steal… even… where we play… they want big hotels built in playgrounds.. … I hear they want even all Game Parks to be Hotels, soon, dad said, even wild animals will be a thing of the past…. Only to be seen in pictures… ”

I found a tear dropping down my cheek… a fumbled for my kerchief…

Confused, the other learners said “Sorry teacher!” the narrator was emboldened…. I had no need of mentioning NYS, NCPB and scandals…

Luckily the bell rang.

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TSC Secretary Nancy Macharia

The tutors employer, the Teachers Service Commission, is again on a warpath. The current transfer of teachers across the country is likely to provoke the teachers through their unions, a situation likely to occasion an industrial action, which will see parents and learners suffer again, when the more that 350,000 educators down their tools.

Already, some branch officials are contemplating to conduct demos. One example is Nairobi city Branch, led by Executive Secretary Mugwe Macharia, Chairman Robert Karuma(known by teachers as Okonkwo), and the charismatic Treasurer Hannington Ochieng. Other than the transfers, teachers, the union’s are crying foul, the TSC has decided to drag it’s feet, as far as remitting of the monthly union dues is concerned; up to now, branch KNUT staffers are yet to be paid their salaries, two months and counting.

The TSC transfers, especially those of administrators: principals and their deputies, head teachers and their deputies and Senior teachers, have rubbed the teachers the wrong way, and the trade unionists are not spared a move the teachers representatives term as vindictive, punitive and unfair. A KNUT branch chair in one county, was transfered to a different county. There are cases of other union officials being transfered to far flung counties, from where they work and have family and business interests. Pundits have questioned the motive behind this scenario, given that, TSC knows well, that these officers belong to the union and are in leadership positions.

As if that is not enough, the teachers’ employer, is now picking ordinary classroom teachers and giving then administrative positions, as headteachers, deputies, Principals and deputy principals, and the promotions must be outside the teachers’ current work station, different counties.

Speaking to Robert Karume, a firebrand KNUT unionist and KNUT Nairobi Chairman, he said, “This is an act of provocation… How do you transfer a KNUT branch official, in the pretext that you are promoting national unity. That is blatant malice, aimed at killing our trade unions, as anchored in the Supreme law, the constitution. We can’t allow that. We’ll fight back”

“Let our national office, under our SG Sossion Sossion, avoid partisan politics and guide us on this issue, our voice is being strangulated, our teachers are suffering” he added

Talking to the Nairobi KNUT Executive Secretary, Mugwe Macharia, the amiable unionist was very categorical, that he will be meeting the TSC Nairobi operatives sooner, to argue for his members, who he said, that, by working in Nairobi, coming from different communities and counties, working in a cosmopolitan city, they are already delocalised and should not be touched, citing, that, this could jeopardize family ties, in cases where a spouse in affected by the same. This is after many classroom teachers working in Nairobi were mysteriously promoted and sent to far counties, away from their families.

Who will blink first on this matter, TSC or KNUT/KUPPET?

Interesting times ahead.

Mwalimu Miruka is a teacher and KNUT activist, in Nairobi.

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A Firing Squad(Courtesy)

The daily News about wanton misappropriation, mysterious and carefree handling of our public resources, and be it in the county or the National State corporations is not Sweet music to many a poor Kenyan.

Today you hear Kenya Power, tomorrow you hear Kenya Pipeline, next you National Cereals and Produce Board. Before you breathe, the notorious NYS has, yet again lost billions.

As the Englishmen say, the the Law is an Ass. The low profile “suspects” will be arraigned in court smilingly. Some, as the court proceedings are on going, they will smirk at the judge, media and the prosecutor while applying makeup. Meaning the magnitude of the economic crimes they have committed is just nothing but “smart hustling”

These people are usually bailed as they continue running the businesses and enterprises acquired through their dirty dark deals involving outright public coffers financial hemorrhage.

Then, their senior most shadowy state accomplises, will handle the rest. Using the state investigating and prosecutorial arms, they make make evidence case files disappear through bribery, questionable deaths and disappearances of whistle-blowers, as well as intimidation. Later the court case accused actors and quasi suspects pects, and due to cheap publicity they gain fame. Then by playing the dirty tribe victim-hood card, they are ripe for electoral suitability for the next election. The cycle continues, we keep electing illiterates , mysterious millionaires year in year out, people who can’t even explain a good business plan or how to come up with a successful project execution plan. People who have never worked, and never searched for a job, and never penned a CV but own billions of Kenya ShillingsNust.

Easy wealth like that as the poor continue paying taxes, but wallowing in abject poverty. Wealth without any struggle, accountability and responsibility is dangerous wealth. Gradually, the allure of such wealth is attracting the culture of laziness, dishonest, loose morals(corruption, prostitution, sycophancy and crime), “The end Justifies the Means” kind of situation.

But, what if, anyone mentioned in any public looting spree activities, is charged, prosecuted, and if a watertight case is admissible, he or she’s executed?

A nation that cannot pay teachers, doctors,lecturers, and nurses, police the army and other public servants, buy cancer and dialysis machines for hospitals, can’t feed its people, in the the pretext that it has no money, to spend, yet, daily, witness disappearances of tens of billions from her budget into the pockets of few selfish individuals, as people die of cancer, needs total overhaul.

Let’s kill our thieves, and let’s kill them publicly. Kill them in broad daylight, and in the full glare of the cammeras, In Uhuru Park, Nyayo National Stadium or anywhere we choose.

If this will be the best path to ending the chronic public looting, then so be it.

The day I pleaded for mercy in the hands of Nairobi prostitutes

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Commercial sex workers [COURTESY]

I had just completed college and was staying with my relatives in Eastlands, trying to find something to do in the city.

Still new to the town life, the only place I knew too well, then being the iconic Ambassadeur Hotel, off Tom Mboya Street and Moi Avenue. This day I had gone to meet a relative who would receive my documents, to try to as a friend to ask his friend’s friend to inquire for places I would apply for a job. It was mid-morning.

That was before Mututho liquor laws. Bars were open 24/7. While standing at Ambassadeur area, waiting for my future benefactor who was taking long, I felt the need to go for a short call. Being not too naive and not too wise, walking by the doors of the congested business premises, I saw the image of a yellow smiling elephant on a door with the usual trademark words, Tusker Baada ya Kazi (Take a Tusker Lager, after work).

I concluded that was a bar. My father had advised being careful when passing water in Nairobi. If I went to the city, he advised that I use public toilets if I had the money or go to the nearest bar or bear with the situation till I go home. Unlike in the countryside where we peed in the bushes or wayside, things were different in Nairobi. One would be arrested by the city askaris if found urinating carelessly.

I, therefore, scaled the stairs of one bar opposite KenCom and on reaching the first floor, I met some attractive women. The yellow-yellow type, scantily dressed, sauntering sensuously and rotating their rich-round behinds. Their ages and sizes varied. The makeup they had used emphasized their magnificence, their designer perfumes made the air sexy. I had never seen anything like it.

When my eyes met those of one round light skin, she pulled me towards her. Before I could decipher what was going on, another bubbly, equally stunning beauty had grabbed me towards her chest. Mmmmh! The perfume was nice. “So this are prostitutes,” I thought to myself.

In a split second four stunning ladies had held me tightly. “He’s mine, leave him!” One of them who had cat eyes said. “No! He’s mine!” interjected another. “Come we talk, we’ll agree, how much do you have? I will give you the best game,” asked another.

All this while I was trembling. I had heard and read stories about women forcing men to have sex with them. Women raping men. That prospect made me fear the more, given that contracting HIV/AIDS would be a possibility since these were strangers. The men who were nearby seemed to enjoy the scenario, flirting casually with those ladies while some laughed at me.

Out of nowhere, I squealed like a wounded Moran. Tears welling down my cheeks, I shouted begging, “Please, please… leave me alone!” They suddenly left me but not before administering some soft kicks and slaps.

“Woishe! Leave him. The poor guy has nothing,” one of them pleaded to her ‘hungry’ colleagues.

Driven by fear and terror, I vanished from that place like thin air, even the short call disappeared miraculously!

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Is Raila Odinga the champion of post colonial liberty, or an overated populist?

By Mwalimu Miruka



I have never written anything about one Raila Amolo Odinga, neither am committing myself to the job of chronicling about his political journey and times, since am not his biographer. Am just a budding writer and journalist. However, my eyes and ears cannot miss to analyze the events and conversations surrounding this big man who has influenced the political narrative in Kenya for close to three decades like a colossus and his larger than life fame.

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Raila Odinga, is the son of Jaramogi Odinga, a freedom fighter, first vice president of the republic of Kenya and the doyen of multi-party democracy in Kenya, who passed away in the early 1990s.

While Raila Odinga is not an angel, has flaws, just like every other mortal man, but it will be mean if someone, amongst the right thinking members of the society, to ignore about some of his achievements, albeit few(subjective).

The son of Ajuma Oginga started to champion for change and for fundamental freedoms, a while back, I read in the media, when some of us were not born, and to date, his words, tone, intonation and pitch has not wavered. He is consistent, steadfast, sincere, candid and unapologetic. Not once, he has spent part of his adult life in prison and exile because of expressing his open displeasure towards the regimes of the day.

Coming from a renown political family or dynasty and a rich one, the man could simply seat pretty, enjoy life and take care of the family estate with personal investments. But the former PM seams not done yet, politically. He is tireless, fiery in his articulation that within a short time, he’s just become an household name, admired by many and hated equally. Raila Odinga influences even news stories in Kenya today. His admirers love to know what he says in the news. To them, he is like opium: he soothes their nerves, as they unwillingly bear the brunt of exclusion, public resources plunder, marginalization and tribal segregation, while to the haters, he is a spectre, devil,  villain, a person who should be fought like death. Some communities, in Kenya, someone joked that, apart from the normal schooling, pupils from that get from some parts of Kenya, learners from some areas must take a compulsory module called, “Raila-phobia” with sub units that teaches a child  the need to hate Raila and anything Raila stands for, whether good or bad, with s passion, same with his family and tribe. The scholars, the hawkers and other common people there, are also taught that they have to protect “their” presidency by all means, lest Raila grabs it. If he does so so, then he will deprive them of their land and property, that they own.

The real thing here, is that, Raila is a threat to the fewer fabulously rich people, who fear being asked to account for their wealth, amid a large poor population, who, actually, were rendered landless by these capitalists, who own thousands of acres of land. Later the common people, in some parts of Kenya,  have been forced or left to scout for land in other parts of Kenya to purchase and settle, in areas inhabited by communities they have been taught to hate, look down upon and ridicule by leaders originating from their ancestral tribes. The guilty keep poisoning the poor with stereotypes and Propaganda in order to get the the political support, to rule the country forever, by all means.

Raila Odinga, maybe, has to work harder supported by the Wananchi and other like minded political leaders, so that his good intentioned efforts, if any,  can bear a fruit. Otherwise, because as things stand now, the conservative capitalist could easily divide Kenya among themselves, sell it and run away to Piccadilly.  But… No… But one enemy stands their way. Is that enemy the media, civil society and Raila Odinga?