Thinking of tomorrow is much simpler than thinking of today.
Today is much hard a toil for me to bear. So, I think of me - tomorrow
Politics and all is not my cup of tea because the politicians ‘handshake’ will only afford me one meal – at a fast food joint – utmost. I agree with the principle and the words coming out of your mouth but not with the character of the person behind it all. Why? Simple, you are a puppet. Your master is your appetite and the people whose interest you serve, your campaign financiers, your donors and that ambition that will serve mwenye nchi and not the mwana nchi.
Let us get the facts right, here and now. That ‘handshake’ cannot buy me medicine from Mama Junior’s chemist for my son’s asthma condition. It cannot even buy me a bar of soap to last a month neither can it buy me enough water from the water kiosk to last one week. So the question that I have when I look at you Mr. Politician is what do you think of me?
Am I your cash cow so that you tax me mercilessly? You on the other hand, can run mad when you 6 digit fat income is slightly taxed. Am I your vote to get into the August house……very true. But you forget one thing; you passed a new constitution that gives me more rights and opportunities to question your actions. You voted it in because you knew that I will not vote you in for the next ‘honorable’ parliament, so you went to look for another job opportunity in the name of governorship. You forget also, that as much as I have not read the entire new constitution fully and understandably, I know for a fact that my rights are clearly spelt out. I know for a fact that women are now getting recognition in terms of owning land and other assets traditionally known to belong to the Alpha male. Let me enlighten you my MP in the making, it is now much easier to get girl child into school and even gain a full scholarship into a private school. How? You, or even by proxy, do run an NGO that is empowering the girl child. Oh, and your boss ensured that there is free education for all. By trying to show me that you are working and doing what should have been done decades ago, you are actually setting yourself up for performance based parliamentary tenures. It is working perfectly in the private sector…I just don’t agree with the performance based awards for the government institutions and ministries that is traditionally done just before every reshuffle in the cabinet. I read a lot into that page and you do not want to know what I think about that whole drama rehearsal. Back to what I was saying, this is what I mean, as it stands, educate a woman – the entire village is enlightened. It is a fact that more and more enlightened women are now breadwinners, the very same women are taking up senior roles in both the public and private sectors. Need we argue of the outcome, there has been more transparency and improved outcome. Let us not confuse issues here, the man has his place in terms of leadership at the household level and that cannot be argued regardless of who is paying the bills. However, at the workplace - that is a different ball game altogether.
So, my politician friend in the August house, as you try and blind me with your flashing lights of 30% representation of women in all public appointments, traffic amendment bill. Tobacco control act, financial asset bill and the mututho law, remember you are simply removing the bullets from your gun and loading them onto mine. I will smile with you and pretend to be impressed with your actions as I lay in wait for the perfect moment. The perfect moment to retaliate. Did I forget to mention, thank you very much for the current judiciary review. You think it will give you more votes – momentarily though – rather you have cleared my path of the pebbles that would have otherwise caused me to stumble. I can now go back and equip my small army back in the village in preparation for the perfect moment, the moment after the battle that will clarify your thoughts of me the next time we meet.
So, back to my question, what do you think of me? A free vote, sheep ready for slaughter, the guinea pig in the lab that will land you the promotion to senior lab technician, your slave, illiterate, confused, cheap and whatever else you feel I should be. Just know one thing; I am all that and much more, so much more.
