Give Me Your(My) Votes Niko Na Plan
Nipee To Nikushow
Yes a plan to kill us, torture us, reign over us, trample on us, steal from us, take our daughters forcefully, enslave our sons.
How fast these politicians change from give me, give me, when you give me, to us begging them to give us , give us roads, give us social amenities. It's like a tit for tat and they love making us repay for their ego that they laid down when begging us for votes. It is not new seeing them eating in vibandas when seeking for votes, walking to homes, calling your own mother “mum” and making her smile as if you calling her mum never ignited something in her but these politician's suddenly realizes she's a mum. Since to our parents feeling is a sign, they joy she feels creeping inside her for being called “ mum” with a politician somehow signifies a sign from God. That the politician is sent by God, him walking upto her home seals that he is sent from God as if it's not the mandate of the politician to seek votes in all ways he sees best to him.
In another house he walks in majestically, women singing with figs as if he's a deity, he waves with smiles as he stops to greet the old with chumz on their hands. The old spit on their chest as a sign of blessing. Well, since when did blessings get traded for money ? oh well Esau traded his for stew they say we better trade for money stew is embarrassing to be read as out tool of trade in our history as the bargain we gave the blessings for. Children join in the celebration as they hail the politicians, there mothers are almost kneeling down, the dads are struggling to keep composure the same children are struggling not to loose it having left with the last resort demeanor that would not attract a beating infront of the visitor. At the “well” laid table the politician smiles, his subjects are not that happy, but he had told them if they were to let go of everything else a smile should remain, all along the struggled to keep the smile alive, they had too, their paycheck depended on that mere smile. The politicians offers to give a prayer to bless the laid table, as he finishes the mothers eyes are shimmering with delight with murmurs that “he's a Christian “. Before he's done with the cassava served with strong tea the word has circled the entire village as if he's a savior.
On hired car rooftop he oozes imposed wisdom. He appears to know every grievance of the people, even the one's they thought was normal he quotes them under the grievances. Our fathers analyze his “uniqueness” on barazas . They don't hesitate to quote his words, he said he will build roads, he will build schools as if all they needed was his word over what he was to do. At local clubs they drink at his bill soo generously as though he owed them. While drunk they sing his name as their Lord even in odd night hours. The air is full of his name during the day and during the night. Some at their bed hear the echoes of the drunk as a far dream, a voice from God whispering the name of the politician into their ear.
In schools pupils are made to line up and sing for him, as if singing is not enough dancing to him also where their wages are given to the teachers and all the performers can receive is a congratulations and the privilege of presenting to their lord.
There was a system that was built of deity and worship, where politicians were taken to be noble. I don't know where the switch happened from us being the bosses to them bossing over us. Democracy handed power to us, but handing power to the people who were used to suppression by the colonialist could not stand long. Even in the absence of colonialist we had to set up a system of self oppression and Democracy came at the right time. We handed the power to the people who were supposed to be under us by working for us. Tell me when did someone you have employed rule over you to the extent you have to beg for him to dispense his duty. We got reduced to voters, but in the politicians mind we're foolish voters.
If we are to be free from the shackles of torture, manipulation, hypocrisy and the foolishness syndrome we have to have a different form of people who understand systems differently, who are not fooled by bread and milk. Who are well informed in civic matters and the constitution and these people are the gen z, the fearless but we should not be all that and fail to be strategic.