Just as the elections
draw near, so does he draw ever so close to the ordinary mwananchi. This is the time when wanjiku walks hand in hand with the magical politician, and the
ever canniving politician listens to the plight that wanjiku faces everyday, as she wakes up early and goes to bed late.
Politicians, who spent their entire four-year terms far away in the comfy of
their posh and lavish homes in Nairobi, interestingly troop to their
constituents villages it is the vote-hunting season!
Their campaign teams
turn the villages and city estates into shouting matches, all in the name of
selling their manifestos to the electorate.
They turn our dusty football pitches into political arenas. Their
helicopters blow dust into our weary eyes and their campaign entourages fill
our already filled roads, in our cities and in the villages. The huge public
address systems atop their campaign vehicles almost blow our ears and fill the
air with all manners of noise; all in the name of campaigning.
They spent months with
their constituents, far away in the dusty villages, away from the comfort of
their lavish city homes. They religiously make Sunday masses their most
favorite past times. They take part in all village events from funerals to
fund-raising proceedings. The politician is ever close to the very people who
elected him to the five years around the trappings of power.
They drop their mheshimiwa tag and freely mix with the
constituents. The very government that they owe allegiance to suddenly stands
at the accused corner. It is accused of
non-performance and renegading on its promises to the country’s patriotic
voters! But wait a minute! It is the vote hunting season and the politician is
just doing all it to endear himself to the hearts of the electorate and secure
another five years in power!
The election bells are
rigging and the politician must secure another five years in power. Sweet and
alluring trappings of power!
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