Someone should have whispered to Senator Kipchumba Murkomen the simple rule of a village dance – you do not dance with the most beautiful girl in the room wearing borrowed pants.
Not even when she keeps smiling in your direction the whole night. You must wait for your day – another day. You must be wise not to be carried away. For if you failed to resist the advances, you lived to tell not so beautiful stories as Murkomen will soon be doing. The tough stance he is displaying now is a mere show for the public, which I find naïve. Deep inside, we know the Senator is licking his wounds.