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……..