The season of political madness is here, again. In case you have just landed from Mars, or from those rarefied climes where Nigeria is thought to be a continent and that we Africans live atop trees – let me bring you up to speed.
Every five years, Africans of Kenyan extraction go to the polls for a crucial ritual. This political ritual, which is also our version of democracy, involves voting for those who are closest to our bloodline - think family, clan, tribe, doomsday sect - to become our leaders. Call it political inbreeding, if you will.
The war drums are rolling, and the attendant carnival mood is already in the air. You’ve heard the definitive wild, hateful claims of what “our enemies” are up to. Then the ping pong on who is the worst of them all. Aden Duale is already banging the rooftops, saying Uhuru Kenyatta will wrest Coast from Raila Odinga. And we haven’t even seen any manifesto!