Something is fundamentally rotten in our national fabric. The sooner we face this reality, the earlier we shall salvage ourselves from the self-destruction mode we are in. Last week, I was awoken from the aerie of peace that I had consigned myself to stay away from the ongoing politics.
The object of my awakening was an estimated Sh637 million suspected to have been stolen from the county government of Machakos. More troubling, the name of the prime suspect is very familiar to me from the travails of my life from 26 years ago. He was a ‘Beste’ as we used to refer to one another as boys in my high school days, regardless of seniority. But he was also a classmate and slept in the same ‘cube’ in our domitory. If I recall well, on our final transition exam, only three other boys were ranked ahead of me and he was among them.