power & hunger.


rao is power hungry.

i say, rao is hungry.


hunger is power.


why can’t he quit? he’s too old. why can’y he anoint someone a successor, he’s good at that – x tosha! he’s a good kingmaker but he’ll never be king. he’s lost so many presidential ‘contests’ – he’s a loser. frankly, i would vote for rao but these (—- ) are mad!


am still on the ‘luo president’ note. he’s been told before not once not twice, behind closed doors. a luo is unelectable to the office of the presidency though his/her support is welcome. what then can be said to an ogiek lady of her prospects – does she even count .. does she warrant attention .. is she worthy of being considered even and be informed of her ineligibility or of her prospects? .. what of my arjuran clan relatives… does my nephew matter in the plan… could he make it into the question of being fit for such an office?


this would all go away and the path would b cleared if the declaration would determine a qualifying statement,” there wil be presidents – but never a luo as president2. then i would rejoice for them… free, free… thank god .. free at last to be. .


in this way rao’s pretence to the throne ‘the people’s president ‘ is not so grating .. provided he’s not the republic of kenya’s president’ hehe. nicely done. his claim ceases to be interpreted as the voice of the hungry – the poor – the underdog. rao is no peasant. granted. and for this ignominy he becomes ‘lord of poverty’. yah?


hunger is power.

no, the hungry…

are powerful.


its irony is

what propels this power

becomes their powerlessness.


may be all this ire is pure envy – what’s with selfies in mud huts but only one smiling humble shining face?

may be its all genuine interest for the people  – come all ye who are hungry, taste and see that  i am good. i shall be your sponsor and you shall be my votes..


to give a man fish


to teach a man to fish

that is the question…


which by your estimation would invite the hungry??

let it be here known that the choice so made is

‘fair, independent and… development’

the people want

to work with the government



what then happens

to the government working for them?




liel luor luo

… if he were to say it, it would have been :

“why always luo?”

i think that’s enough self pity… victim mentality.

there is this tongue twister ; rao luor liel, … liel luor rao.

hippopotamus go round the grave/ant hill, …grave/ ant hill go round the hippopotamus .


most know the ultimate supremo, village hero, paramount chieftain of the luo … (‘nation’?).we all have our respective war heroes… kenya is balkanised if i could misappropriate the term. so, his initials make for R.A.O. if he had to go around the grave and the grave go around him as the tongue twister sings; then you would be pardoned to ask why there are so many deaths of his (* pun ahead)…. “die hard” supporters. it is allowed. or…. why he has to be ‘funeral hopping’ …. tht’s politics for you in kenya at least.


a kid was shot in the back… playing in a field in Kisumu during recent anti-IEBC protests. well, it could be the police listened and acted on to one moses curious… “shoot more protestors” (the dailies screamed). the police promised lethal force.. they kept their word. but remember … the bible story; the boy david killed a philistine giant with a single stone. sling shot. the reply; was a gun shot… right back atcha. what did you expect ..I.D’s? nkt. call it stray bullet, collateral damage. or … ” shoot them before they grow” … (a la brenda fassie, bob marley lyrics) ….


maybe you should fear death… fear is a bad word; you should cultivate some self preservation. since we’re on to song lyrics… how about jay-z & pharrel’s ‘motivation’. :


“the world don’t like us is that not clear?” …. you have your identifier there, victim mentality, real or imagined. “alright but, i can’t base what i’m gon be offa what everybody isn’t” … you have Oscar’s, Grammy’s, POTUS, NFL, WWF… representative success.. but those are individual accolades and recognition. you don’t even believe in each other. when they mention workmanship, scholarship, sportsmanship, entertainment in this country who do they mention? but you restrict yourself  to the jay-z lyric ” all us blacks got is sports and entertainment…”, the title of the song’s apt – ‘can’t knock the hustle’. economically, you don’t matter… get this; ” money, power, respect” … “c.r.e.a.m – cash.rules. everything.around.me – get the money!”.


it is you they mention. but what have you done for yourself lately? who banks your money? , who employs you? who would you rather not work for? … how do you maintain the finer things of life you associate with?  you may be inclined to show(off) business… but show me your business. … you are not into forming cooperative society … not literally nor figuratively… or are you?


“(s)he who controls the issuance of money controls the government”, nathan rothschild 1777- 1836.


back to jay-z’ & pharell’s ‘motivation’; “the motivation for me is them telling me what i couldn’t be..”. you’ve heard it so long, (it must be true ?) . you people should never ascend to power… you shall ‘urinate on people!’. you’ve heard rumours of some people who took an oath to do everything in their power to make sure this abomination… (courtesy of afro sinema) should never happened.


you yourselves have among you those who have predicted that this shall be the sign…. if not the signal of the end of times. the world shall end. the sky shall fall… it is called a ‘luo presidency’. ‘luo presidency’ like it is not just one person, … but some four million or so (the census has been sat on somewhere by someone, the number is an estimation … or guess work) presidents. it could be you want it but then again, give  it some though and it doesn’t wash down with your… champagne , guinness, tusker, wine… (i dont know the drinks of your middle class people) . yes, middle class. someone else will explain the how and the why it is like i claim.. allege. just think it over…


“…oh well”

luo luor liel

…. a lost look in her eyes. lost inside of herself . she pushes her i phone tablet with the article  http://www.the-star.co.ke/news/2013/05/04/the-unenviable-fate-of-the-luo_c769104 open. she’s at the stage ladies don’t mention their ages. She’s six years removed from her  undergraduate graduation party. doing well by kenyan standards, successful – two cars! A grey subaru outback and and a black nissan x-trail. that’s all you get for now. looking sharp tailored suit cropped hair and looping gold earings. we’re not quibbling over details here but she has her name initialed on the sleeve of her coat and breast pocket of her shirt (blouse?)


“… we are the generation that saw a black skinny man with a funny name become the 44th president of the united states of america. the generation that gave us the first kenyan to play in the world cup… and another to jump about in the WWF. she chokes a little here… we saw a lady that looked like me and my sisters, had a name like mine … regarded as beautiful and talented. back in high school a girl i knew wrote a boy…. saying how ashamed she was …


“…. we are the generation that responded to the taunts of… jaluo jinga!! ananuka samaki !! sura kama samaki!! and so …

we gave you luo is a lifestyle, luo is a brand, luo is a responsibility, luo is a software, luo oksechi




” lifestyle, brand, responsibility, software : to me it means or carries the idea of identity but also inclusivity. it is about choice… and freedom underlies this choice. self belief. every body has a lifestyle, brand, responsibility, software… . diversity it is… tribe-all-ism


” you heard that ‘unbwogable’ song by Gidi Gidi Maji Maji … remember the lyric  “can’t a young luo make money anymore?”. the Nairobi governor Evans Kidero (Odhiambo is silent) responded to those questioning the source of his wealth explaining he was an M.D or something of a multinational company at 29 yrs of age ,” was i being paid in bananas?”… the juxtaposition is (lord of) poverty… and violence (’82 coup) … all luos live in kibera? Oh, and we were the 90’s AIDs ravaged community…


” no, i’m not bitter i am painting you a picture.


” we gave you independence, we bequeathed you multi-party democracy, we.. our sons, fathers and brothers gave you  devolution … it is our blood that is the ink of what is to some just a book… the constitution. it truly is a bloody new constitution.


“i sincerely feel”… she thumbs her tall glass stirs the passion juice but does not make to take a sip…”… i feel wronged, but not personally”. The other day … i am asked to venture what raila odinga’s thoughts are, why is he leading demonstrations against I.E.B.C. “every time i try to get out.. they pull me back in!”… she catches my perplexed look and waves her hand as if to brush my surprise away,”ah… if you’ve watched the Godfather you’ll understand”. so she quietly asked them whether she worked in the ODM secretariat or with them in the same corporation. their answers were evasive and maybe her question embarrassed them … they went some thing like “… you know … you are better placed than us”… and nervous laughter punctuates ” .. aaah … errrmmm … you are closer…”. by an accident of coincidence she notes mentally that… she’s of a different tribe.. call it ‘community’ (if that flies your kite) to them. staring at the base of her glass as she turns it around “.. and i don’t even like politics…” she stops and is eerily quiet. she takes a sip, one sip. lifts up her head to look me in the eye and it is unnerving.


leans her head to one side like a meme i have seen doing the rounds on facebook, ” tell me, have you ever been asked such?…”. i pause to think and she regards me patiently but before i lie she says, ” its alright…” and … she smiles. finally she smiles… revealing a gap between her front teeth, ” it’s okay”. as she signals a waiter for the bill. she is contemplative again. i hand her back her tablet.


“have you ever wondered why these people are so celebrated out there .. and yet… i don’t know, is it a case of the prophet not welcome in his home town… … could it be the system.. the will of God… the peoples own doing… or its just me overthinking… ahh…” “o.k”


settles the bill, stands up straightens her suit and cuffs … . as we make an exit, i catch the image of balotelli an italian footballer caught in a pose displaying writings on his undershirt “why always me?”. the call of duty once took me to a Gor Mahia fc match (enough said)… in discussions of his antics among his other talents at the FIFA World Cup he was endearingly referred to as BalOtieno

hmm, what would his t-shirt have read if he were to answer to that name…?


” why always _ _ _ _ ?”

think, think, think…

ah, i give up




names, events, persons mentioned here that correspond to actual persons, names, events are purely coincidental. this is a work of fiction and the author shall not be responsible for your interpretation of names, events, and persons mentioned therein. (hopefully) No feelings, names, persons, institutions were hurt during the filming and transcription of this presentation.

there will be blood

when the lines are blurred

between reason

and treason



on the leaves, trees

on the streets, seats

of power


the hour

of lost control

misdirected hate


i await the state

of emergency

fulfil my prophecy


like father

like son

i like none


kofi annan

ita chai

kikuyu president

luo dissident

-problem one.


missing resident

Kenya(n) land


truth is discomfort

bend or break


there is blood…

on the flag and

public offices


on the flag

there is darkness

and death


in the land

injustice prays


LUO is to follow

Luo is to follow.

They follow their hearts and they become emotional, passionate, romantic or rowdy.

They follow their minds and they pride themselves in scholarly prowess.


‘Jaluo jinga jeuri’

‘jaluo jamach jaraha’


We mustn’t forget but we can’t anyway, they don’t tire of reminding us of their achievements individually or by association. Lupita Nyong’o and Barack Hussein Obama just to mention a few as a highlight of their capabilities; A prophet is never accepted in their home, they say.

Look at them march from a Gor Mahia fc match you never know the results be it a loss, draw or win. They take their frustrations out on the hapless inanimate objects; Kibera railway line. There is a demonstration of a lack of appreciation for abstraction as they descend on prayerful sculptures claiming devil worship. They won’t listen to their demi-god Raila Amolo Odinga and pundits call out the effects of mirages in the political wilderness.


“Don’t throw stones if you live in a glass house”

Apparently, they don’t live in glass houses.


There is talk of Luo ‘North-Nyanza’ and Luo ‘South-Nyanza’. Luo is in dire need of a visionary leadership. What we are hearing is a dealership.  It may be interpreted as impatient impertinence of the young blood.  There is talk of death…


“These Jaruos are mad!”

There shall never be a Luo president!  (… in Kenya).



(Third world problems)