The scuttlebutt on the Kenyan street is that Attorney General Githu Muigai is the proverbial dead man walking. They say the erudite AG is sitting on a lonely ledge in the inner sanctum of power. Mr Muigai is well-titled. Among his many accolades are Professor and Doctor of Laws. Those aren’t meagre achievements. You don’t climb to the top of both the academy and the legal profession by accident. Or luck. Not even patronage can get you there. You do it the old-fashioned way — you earn it. That’s why it boggles the mind why a man who’s toiled in the vineyards would allow himself to be slighted, abused, and humiliated by lesser souls in broad daylight. Methinks I know.
Prof Muigai is a good lawyer and a decent scholar. Those are high honours because I am judging him against a global standard. But what really makes him tick? I’ve noticed he’s lately taken to wearing funny hats and dark glasses. Ala Muamar Gaddafi. That’s not a good sign. I hope he’s only covering his eyes to camouflage feelings. Great or ambitious men are motivated by very few things — money, property, knowledge, a great family, power, sex, fame, and public service. They are ego-driven. You will never be great unless you have an ego. But ego isn’t the same thing as hubris. The latter is always poisonous while the former can often act as a kick in the butt.