Thursday 22 August 2013

Urinating problem seizes Nairobi City



The spectacular but few skyscrapers, the magnificently warm climate, crisp clear blue skies, the dramatic sunrise and the dreamy sunset are some of the features that throw the city into international repute.

Nairobi is truly, a city in the sun.

Away from the glare of curious tourists who frequent the city is a bleak picture of grit and sleaze, a delusion only too familiar to the locals that they have accepted it as common place.

It is a city grappling with a myriad problems, from an overwhelming influx of people who have made rural urban migration their past time, to the embarrassing problem of public urination.

Malodorous stench
From the previously well kempt flower pots to walls and trees, everyone seems to be having a goodtime irrigating the city in the sun, painting the walls wet and suffocating East Africa’s largest city with the resultant malodorous stench emanating from their irresponsible escapades.

Backstreet lanes and parking lots are worst hit.

A walk down River Road reveals the rot.

Instant urinals
Kenyans have turned every street corner a urinal. At times it gets even worse.
Shop owners have to clean their premises doors every morning after drunkards and sober men, and sometimes women, turn them into instant urinals in their wake.
A bitter man who had parked his car in downtown Ronald Ngala found rivulets emanating from the tires of his prized asset, only to learn that a man had urinated on them.
And the problem is eating into the beauty of the city like a bad strain of cancer, slowly but surely.
A few flower beds along the busy street remain barren of flowers and stand out like sore thumbs.

Reserve for women
Although tens of public toilets dot the city, the problem persists. The toilets are increasingly becoming a reserve for the women folk as men seem to have finally adopted the natural and primitive run of affairs, urinating whenever the urge bites them.

:”I always look right and left before urinating since City council askaris are always on the prowl, then do my thing,” says Waura Kameni, a fruit vendor .

Keneth Atinda, a city salesman blames the menace on the few number of toilets.
The toilets are not well distributed sometimes you feel pressed and there are no toilets around so you just pop into the backstreet allies and relieve yourself”, he says.
Alex Ochieng operates an IKO branded toilet near Tom Mboya Street. He says business is booming but majority of their customers are women.

We charge a paltry Kshs 10 but I think most men prefer buying other things like cigars and chewing gum rather than pay to use a toilet” he adds.

Multiple sources from City Hall, the department obligated to deal with such misdemeanors say that every day is a field day as they nab men urinating in public, in broad daylight.

Runaway corruption
The offenders’ favorite place is Uhuru Park and other public parks, every hour we arrest them here and charge them in courts,” says one of our sources who requested anonymity.

However, not many of those arrested appear in courts, thanks to run away corruption,” another source intimates.

Some part with cash whenever they learn that they will be taken to courts,” our source adds.

According to city Council by laws seen by this writer, urinating in public is an offence that attracts a fine of Shs.500 or a jail term not exceeding one day.

The torrid collusion between corrupt law enforcing officers and members of the public can only leave the city with a bad smell, low tourist numbers hence dwindling revenue, and a bad repute.

As Nairobi Governor Evans Kidero braces himself for the onerous task of transforming the city to a Metropolis and restoring its jaded past, we hope he will curb the teething problem that is bound to change the city from a beauty in the sun to a urine sodden blot in a magnificent landscape.





Friday 9 August 2013

Why Mutula’s autopsy report will never be released



His demise was a complete shocker to Kenyans.
 
A cabinet minister is found dead in his bedroom. A nation mourns. Jokes, facts, truths, propaganda and theories saturate the air.

A daily spectacularly claims he was assassinated, another chips in with a sordid claim that Mutula Kilonzo could have died of a Viagra drug overdose, a drug used to enhance stamina during sex.

Thousands of Kenyans take to social media sites Facebook and Twitter where they milk their theories dry, making wild claims and trading sick tirades. The onslaught continues…

Bloated with theories
Kenyans had been bloated with theories, information and misinformation about the death, while gutter press materials flew left right and center, quenching the massive demand for information.

Their editors go on overdrive, serving the population with uncalled for information and pure hogwash, the twists and turns changing faster than a chameleon changes colors.

Surely, everyone knew something about the mysterious death.
The government assures of a quick and transparent autopsy.

A private pathologist is flown into the country to oversee the whole process, transparency looks a sure bet, not the elusive character it was before.

After a few hours post mortem the media reports that all the pathologists were in agreement over the cause of Mr. Kilonzo’s death but surprisingly the results were to be released three months later.

Kenyans went on a daze. They had time to prove their theories and speculations right or wrong.
Few gave up, They were sure the results will never be made public. Thousands forgot.
Pockets of others hoped and waited with baited breath. They wanted to know what killed their cabinet minister.

Sinister motives
They accused the family of harboring sinister motives. Accusations were traded.
Fast forward to August 2013, more than three months later. Machakos senator Johnstone Muthama acting as the family spokesman drops the bombshell.

The family is going through a lot, including court cases and this is not the right time to release the results, he says. The results have to wait for another two months.

Deathly silence greets the announcement. Kenyans protest the declaration. Fingers are pointed at the family. 
 
Hushed tones claiming cover up start emanating from different quarters. Most whine and grumble. They had been shortchanged.

More mystery.
And the question goes unanswered, again.

What killed Mr. Mutula Kilonzo? Silence, more silence. Speculations.

And the anguish continues.

Where there is smoke there is fire. Maybe Kenyans were right. Maybe their speculations could hold water.

What if he was assassinated? We would like to know who did it and why?

And what if he had a visitor in the night preceding his demise, had fun but the reportedly blue drugs took the better off him? 
 
And what if some unknown assailant planted deadly chemicals in a bottle in his room and he drank the poison unknowingly?

And what if life had reached its natural run and it was his time to meet his creator?

Silence. More speculations.

The more things change the more they remain the same.

Someone tell us!









Tuesday 6 August 2013

Not yet, Uhuru!: Fraud or blackmail? Tell us, Kethi

Not yet, Uhuru!: Fraud or blackmail? Tell us, Kethi: Her rise and fall read like a script from a Hollywood movie.  Many described her as a no nonsense young lady when she vigorous...

Fraud or blackmail? Tell us, Kethi



Her rise and fall read like a script from a Hollywood movie. 
Many described her as a no nonsense young lady when she vigorously argued cases at the Supreme court of Kenya, where she represented parties challenging the legitimacy of an Uhuru – Ruto presidential win.

She had made her name before. She had represented thousands in courts, was a daughter of a seasoned lawyer cum politician, but this particular case inked a permanent mark in her checkered career.

Three months down the line and her star is still shining bright. She was grooming herself to succeed her late father.

Her campaigns had hit feverpitch. What with denizens shouting and dancing themselves hoarse in praise of her name?

It was so clear she could have clinched the seat with a land slide win. But as fate would have it, she didn’t.

It was like De Ja Vu. Within weeks she was riding on an orgasmic wave, making news, chickening out her opponents in the race. But, within days, she was back in the courts, this time round, taking the stand reserved for the accused.
 A tribunal had to be formed to determine whether she had registered as a voter or not, a core qualification for anyone seeking political office.

It was helter skelter, the drama, the arguments, the heated submissions, the intrigues, and the hue by Kenyans who watched their inspiration being capitulated and annihilated on set. It was like a movie.

The Television cameras that made her a heroin were at it again, this time ready to undress and expose her to all.
It was a massive fall reminiscent of that from glory to grass.
Her political ambitions were hanging on a balance. Within days she had been declared unfit to run. All the political dreams she harbored were evaporating, and fast.

They say it doesn’t matter whether you fall, what matters is how fast you rise again and dust yourself up.
She proved her detractors wrong. She was made of sterner stuff.
She rose again, challenging the tribunal’s decision in the Court of Appeal which gave her the much needed lifeline.

Though she couldn’t seek election anymore, her party was given a green light to field another aspirant.
Her brother fitted the bill. He was made a king in a split second.

But her deterioration continued, it was like a bad strain of deadly cancer. Justice was after her neck.
She had helped thousands get the same justice, now roles have changed.
They say laws are cross cutting and apply to all and sundry. Sadly, the same courts that make heroes can also make villains.

Inasmuch as we loved you, there is this little thing you are not telling us. How and where did you get that voters card? You can opt to remain mum and wish the question away; unfortunately, the courts of law want the same questions answered.
Accusations of fraud, foul play, and mudslinging politics come at play. But the onus is on you alone to unleash the truth. Was it blackmail, fraud, foul play or mere poly-tricks?

We are listening……..