Belated happy New Year, belated happy Easter, belated happy birthday! And I guess it is not too early to wish you a very merry Christmas. I am re-enacting a very Kenyan tradition, an exaggerated manner of greeting when long-lost friends reconnect.
It has been long since I wrote in these hallowed pages to reflect on the state of our nation, even though quite a few readers that I encountered in city streets insisted: “I still read your articles in the Nation. Or, is it The Standard?”
So, here I am. And while I was away, the ground shifted beneath us, literally, so our thoughtful engineers are building roads up in the air, while Kenya Airways planes have been grounded. I kid you not; the aircraft has been run to the ground.
And as Kenyans are wont to say, “vitu kwa ground ni different”; so with the economy in the doldrums, Kenyans on Twitter are directly negotiating with the IMF. They are spelling out strict terms under which the international money lender can offer a bailout to the government. They insist the cash must not be intended for stealing.
Perhaps I should refrain from using such strong language, like “stealing” since we have not seen anyone rotting away in jail for theft, although a steady trickle of suspects have been spirited in and out of the courts, before quietly slipping away, to freedom, and more heists.
We suffer from such a serious bout of amnesia, anything, no matter how egregious, is all forgotten in two weeks flat. Who remembers, after all, about that little matter of schools’ laptop project?
As a middle-aged man, slouching towards senility, I have vague recollections of the 2013 election pledge: free, solar-powered laptop for every schoolchild. Never again, we were told, would a Kenyan child study under a tree, for the God whom we invoke every day in our national anthem has provided plenty within our borders.
How many laptops were actually delivered? I don’t quite remember. As to how many are in good working condition, don’t ask me. My work is about asking questions, not providing answers.