The bottom of the pyramid.

Warning! If you are overly patriotic to the point of being deluded, do not read ahead.warning

Kenyans are deluded. How can you have a new republic with the same rulers? Our intellectual discourse is worse than that of a child.

Finally we can be a proper capitalist society, where everyone is respected for their talent rather than their name, and where every man and woman eats the fruit of his or her sweat and not the proceeds of corruption. This is freedom, is it not?

Kenyan new constitution. Free at last, from the tyranny of the State, and so we hope.

In the past 50 years, Kenyan Politicians and senior civil servants became, some of the biggest landowners in Africa. They still are!

I am very hopeful because the Second Republic comes at a time Kenya is alive with creative energy. We have a generation of young people brought up to a cross-cultural cosmopolitanism and who are not held hostage by the past. It is a generation in which you do not detect particularly the sad ethnic and tribal divides that derailed our First Republic.

The new constitution will create more elective offices to accommodate political rejects, tribal chiefs and corrupt public officers

the reform path Kenya has chosen, means that for the first years county government will have to content with corruption. This is because the political peculiarities of a country usually determine how it devolves power.

The Constitution, however good, will not implement itself; we must continue to be vigilant for democracy and realise that revolutionary struggle for freedom and social justice is a permanent vocation for the progressive mind.

Kenyans were very optimistic in 1963, 1992 and 2002, but all the same Kenya still went to the dogs. Good governance is you and me. Demand it.

For there to be a new republic, there has to be a complete and decisive rupture between the old and the new socio-political order. Our new dispensation is still nascent and we have to leave it to future historians in their fullness of time to reach conclusions. Now, we are just laying the foundations that could be either solid rock or quicksand.


It doesn’t matter what you do for a living.

I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love,
for dreams,
for the adventure of being alive.

I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.

It doesn’t interest me how old you are.
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love,
for dreams,
for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon.
I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow,
if you have been opened by life’s betrayals or have become shrivelled and closed from fear of further pain!

I want to know if you can sit with pain,
mine or your own,
without moving to hide it
or fade it
or fix it.

I want to know if you can be with joy,
mine or your own;
if you can dance with wildness
and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes
without cautioning us to be careful,
be realistic,
remember the limitations of being a human.

It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me is true.
I want to know if you can disappoint another
to be true to yourself;
if you can bear the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul.
If you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.

I want to know if you can disappoint another
to be true to yourself;
if you can bear the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul.

I want to know if you can see beauty even when it’s not pretty every day.
And if you can source your life from its presence.

I want to know if you can live with failure,
yours and mine,
and still stand on the edge of the lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon,
‘Yes!’

It doesn’t interest me to know where you live or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair,
weary and bruised to the bone,
and do what needs to be done to feed the children.

It doesn’t interest me who you know,
or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand in the centre of the fire with me
and not shrink back.

It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you from the inside,
when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone with yourself;
and if you truly like the company you keep
in the empty moments.

(c) copyright 1999 by Oriah Mountain Dreamer. From the book, The Invitation, published by Harper San Francisco, 1999. All rights reserved.


It’s rare that someone will see his fortunes and blessings for a particular year. Nevertheless, I choose to count them.

This past year 2009 has been the most fruitful for me. The biggest achievement has been going back to school. This is something I have puffed and dreamt of for the whole decade, and at some point it looked like a mirage. I can only thank God for making it a reality. Desiderata says “…be at peace with God, whatever you perceive him to be” This is a plan that took ten years to achieve. I only pray that my education does not become as helpful to society as a bookshelf at Paris Hilton’s house.

All the same I still maintain that “in the third world, education is the last place called hope”.

Another big stride has been building a permanent residence for the family. Now my quinquagenerian parent can get a place to live in peace happily ever after.

More blessings, my company grew with increased net profit growing by about quarter more in 2009 than year 2008.

The social scene was even better. I mingled with so many people, which improved my atom confidence. However, it still seems the only way I’m meeting the girl of my dreams is if I go to sleep.

Maslow said people have no choice but to do all they can to meet their own basic survival needs. For the year, I did more to prove Maslow’s theories.

Now I have set two resolutions for the decade and the year 2010. Less talk, more deeds. Resolution two: drop my lethargy, especially on items that matter?
This is procrastination in a nutshell.

Resolution one gets its motivation from “What is more eloquent than silence”, from the movie Candilejas starring Charles Chaplin. “The quieter you become, the more you are able to hear”, from my backtrack Linux. For some people the less they know, the more they talk. My big mouth has not always landed me at the beach so for a change I will try to please Ndungi, and all those I interact with, and are annoyed by the talk. My sanguine easygoing but obnoxious attitude does not seem to go well with my friends and workmates who have been schooled the English way. They take life too seriously. You might think they will get away alive.

Resolution two: use my brain for a change. Of course, white people did not get slaves because they are the hardest working of all animals. If I can’t do all this stuff for myself, I will get someone to do it, paraphrasing Rockefeller “I would rather earn 1% off 100 people’s effort than 100% of my own” and the Luo “if you want to go fast, go alone; if you want to go far, go with others”

I have been in school for four decades now. That is a lot of schooling. I will strive to make this decade my last in class, therefore I will learn all there is to learn. Of course I went back to university to be at par with my friends who are generally more educated. Remember king Solomon in Ecclesiastes said “and I observed that all men labor and strive for success because they envy their neighbour …”

My mother, to whom I owe so much respect, did not pass a chance to remind me “a man becomes the company he keeps”.

Sadly, or is it sad, as I say goodbye to the old decade, I don’t expect to get married in this new decade.

I hope the new decade will bring even more success.