A letter to the Sponsors

It is five o’clock in the morning. It’s drizzling again. But Natasha is already up. Up because she is chasing her dreams and goals. She’s been doing this for four years now. It is right to say she’s used to being hit by the early morning trickles. I’ll differ with you today. Who on earth ever finds her feet on being rained on each morning? Do you know how Natasha struggles through the three kilometer walk, muddy roads that you refused to repair? All that because she values education!

Allow me engage you a bit Mheshimiwa. You have kids, sindio? Do they ever get pounded on by these thick sheets of rain? Si your kids are dropped to school daily in posh cars? The one you acquired through mama Natasha’s taxes. You are so loquacious in parliament. We listen to you daily on radio.

You’ve become a major news item on TV. Because you just yap, yap, and yap of things you even have no idea about. The other day I asked Timo (a friend of mine) to rate your performance based on how you conduct yourself in parliament.

 “Huyo mbunge wenu ana perform. Kwanza yeye huongea kila siku bungeni. Wetu hajawaiongea huko. Kazi yake ni kulala tu” Timo replied. You see? The whole country thinks you are a performer. What an irony! Now this goes to Timo’s MP, the one who has converted Parliament into lodging. Anyway, doesn’t he slumber at night? Oh! Ama he’s one of those snatching our campus girls! And giving them night outs? While we, their boyfriends, experience very long cold nights.

 You are the reason for the increased rate of pneumonia in campus. You don’t know the hell we go through to complete these girls’ assignments. And do you think we help them do those assignments so you can sneak in and seize them in the night.

You have no idea the plans we have for your wives. But very soon, this thing is going to be an exchange program – you snatch our girls, we come for your wives. You’ve bought a lavish home in Nairobi and several posh cars. To you, being an MP is a career. Not service to mwananchi! You’ve made Nairobi your permanent residence. You rarely travel home, to the people who elected you.

  Instead you spend your money on campus girls, you brand yourselves as sponsors. Natasha is a beneficiary, you take her out to spoil her with jewelry and money, and all other stuff that you do with these girls when we are not there. The thing is, you are spoiling their future!

 And that curse will weigh heavily on your neck. And then ‘your people’ will abandon you and deny you their votes. That’s when you will remember the many girls’ dreams you’ve shuttered. The many families you’ve destroyed and how hard you’ve worked to impoverish Kenya.