Theocracy

My last post was on theocracy. I felt that I should post a letter that I sent to the editor of one of our local dailies who didn’t deem it for for publishing.

The subject threatens to be a rather emotive one but we shouldn’t get carried away, because behind all the moral/Christian posturing there appears to be a definitive plan to further the theocratic agenda.

I think it would be unfair to do this; this is all I can say without getting angrier




Kericho, home


Kericho is a very cool place, literally that is, it is damn cold and after I shaved my hair after two years of trying to grow dreadlocks it was like almost putting ice on your head. The sensation of cold wind hitting your head is one that I would seriously wish upon an enemy.

You see I have been here for the past 4 months, the longest stretch since circumstance moved me to Nairobi. The months have been kind of both slow and fast depending on where I was at, at the time.

I have been doing some attachment job. It has been alright doing what I enjoy and lounging at the same time. The company is great and the people working here are just poa.

The 4 months have passed sometimes slowly and boring and sometimes refreshingly quick. Slowly I’ve been seeing this place in a different light. It brings a whole new twist to ‘poet’s idyll’.

I have been watching chaps around my digs and the small shopping centre around, trying to get to know what they are up to. (After all I’m trying to be a journalist) So slowly I’ve built up a small list of the most interesting characters in this place. Interesting as in, both good and bad interesting. (Hope you don’t mind the repetition)

There is this chap who I thought once knew because his face is so familiar, but then when I look again I don’t know him. Every other time I meet him or pass him on the way, a smell of raw bananas seems to shadow him and even overtake him because by the time you are level with breathing brings tears to your eyes. But the smell is but one part of his persona; the guy will feign drunkenness and stagger about only for a momentary lapse when he walks properly and then a sheepish look when he remembers what he has just done.

More on my list after it has gotten more definitive.

Cheers.