Let us get one thing right; Mr Musalia Mudavadi has no party and is staking out in the cold hoping someone he can trust can take him in. Trust because the guy who will welcome him into his abode has to be confident he is of good character, with respectable sleeping habits, normal and healthy associations, and is not a pest who will live off his host.
After gamboling and snorting outside Orange Democratic Movement, which is Mr Raila OdingaÂ¡Â¯s kraal until he was almost gored by other bulls, the son of Substone Mudamba a.k.a Moses Mudavadi is yet to leave the ODMÂ¡Â¯s cold veranda. Either there have not been that many suitors as he expected, or he sees in many of their faces, legacies of one-night political stands.
The danger, however, lies in one fact as women and men who have put themselves too long on the marriage market, but spent too much time on the junction of indecisiveness know, time is precious but elastic. If you squander it you may end up with the wrong choice or go back to where you started off, tail curled between your legs.
Before we come to Mudavadi and his natural ambivalence and slowness in Â¡Â®readingÂ¡Â¯ the clouds, let us walk in the footsteps of two analogies. But let us first point out Mudavadi may be at the junction of indecision because of bad memories from 2002 when he turned halfway up the stream and swam backwards towards Baba Na Mama party.
On the frontal steps of Kanu the Â¡Â®germsÂ¡Â¯ he had gathered at Railways Club where he was welcomed by Mr Raila Odinga into the opposition, were fumigated by Baba and he came out a sparkling Vice President Â¡Âª but sadly for only three months!
The reverse gear cost him the Sabatia seat and he was even too embarrassed to accept the offer of Nominated MP though he almost went into trance when he was welcomed back as the prodigal son and garlanded as Mr Uhuru KenyattaÂ¡Â¯s running mate.
Many liked Mudavadi after all the heehaw, but few would ever imagine that the Professor of Politics would have picked the wrong bull for the contest or had run out of rabbits to pull out of his hat.
But as it were Kanu lost big, Mudavadi even more, and he wallowed in the wilderness until Raila five years later picked him up and dusted off from his clothes the smudge of political oblivion.
Analogy One: Mudavadi should have had the wisdom of that village herdsboy, who while out grazing livestock keeps checking the sky for signs of rain. If the boy who has the skills of even literally Â¡Â®smellingÂ¡Â¯ Â¡Âª and the knowledge of clouds that bear rains Â¡Âª forecasts a downfall, he drives his fatherÂ¡Â¯s animals home before the usual time.
He must also calculate when to leave so the rain does not catch him on the way and he ends up lost and separated from the herd, or loses the calves, or even ends up seeking refuge at someoneÂ¡Â¯s home until.
In MudavadiÂ¡Â¯s wavering we see lack of this boyÂ¡Â¯s wisdom and today it is raining and he is sheltering under a tree, not sure whether to go back or get into someoneÂ¡Â¯s home. Worse still, his flock are confused and lost, and wonder what is wrong with the shepherd.
All at the same time