POLITICAL FARM

When George Orwell wrote his famous book the Animal farm my guess was that he had the Kenyan political system in mind. In his book there was a character know as Mr. Jones. This character symbolizes the white boys whom were the colonialist. Due to the pain and suffering that he caused the animals they were forced to stage a rebellion against him. In Kenya a rebellion of the same nature took place and our forefathers fought with their chests out forcing the white boys to pack and live. George Orwell observes that after the rebellion all animals became darlings to each other. They dinned and worked together as equal partners and none was less equal than the other. They also sat together and drafted their own form of constitution which they referred to it as the seven commandments. Each of the animals had to learn and Cram the commandments by heart. After passing and assenting to the new laws that bind them, they psyched themselves to go and work so as to perform and produce more products than the times of Mr. Jones.

 

The cows were full of milk and their udders were almost bursting. After a little thought, the
pigs sent for buckets and milked the cows fairly successfully, their
trotters being well adapted to this task. Soon there were five buckets of
frothing creamy milk at which many of the animals looked with considerable
interest.

“What is going to happen to all that milk?” said someone.

“Jones used sometimes to mix some of it in our mash,” said one of the hens.

But the clever pigs (politicians) immediately responded that they are going to take care of it. The animals all proceeded to the farm and worked as hard as they could and when evening came they all went back home. Immediately they noticed that the buckets of milk were missing. The pigs noticing the curiosity of the other animals promptly called a press conference and issue a statement that says, “Comrades one of the pigs cried, you do not imagine, I hope that we pigs are doing this in a spirit of selfishness and privilege? Many of us actually dislike milk and apples. I dislike them myself. Our sole object in taking these things is to preserve our health. Milk and apples (this has been proved by science, comrades) contains substance absolutely necessary to the well – being of pigs”. Out of foolishness the other animals applauded and accepted that the pigs had the right to per take the milk and apples. With time the pigs became the managers and sole decision makers in the farm. With no time the laws of all animals are equal faded away and a new law was in place that stated that ALL ANIMALS ARE EQUAL BUT SOME ANIMALS ARE MORE EQUAL THAN OTHERS.

 

It is evident that before any general election especially the three months prior to elections all Kenyans plus the “pigs” (politicians) tend to be equal. This is the time where manifestos are written to appeal and suggest how equal we are and even touts or “makanga” as we all refer to them as, are given a grace period of breaking the law by not been allowed to wear uniforms. This is the time politicians refer themselves as our loving brothers and sisters. They visit our homes, rub shoulders with us, kiss our small children on their cheeks to show how passionately they are, they even go to some extend of shading crocodile tears agonizing on our pain and suffering that we common animals go through.

After been elected the equality we shared fades and they start to be more equal than us. They claim that they want more salaries because they happen to have more responsibility and tend to work harder than us. They organize cartels to hoard basic commodities. They steal and eat where they didn’t sow and when they are caught they make press statements claiming that they are extremely clean and even whiter than wool. They have learnt the art of stealing with impunity.

 

These “Pigs” are now changing the constitution so as to push the election date and when we the other ordinary animals go to court, they tend to be protected by the “dogs” in our courts. The economy has gone beyond our means and the saddest part is that we the ordinary animal keep applauding these group of “pigs” who are drinking our fuel, mixing it with the sugar that we produce, accompanying it with our maize and when full they go to lie down on beds that’s they have made with the money they have stolen from the free primary education, kazi kwa vijana, maize, triton, Anglo leasing, Goldenberg, scandals and others that we are not aware off.

 

Kenyans, my fellow “small animals” its time we make our new commandments come 2012. Let these commandments be based on our own terms. We should be selfish and make the pigs struggle before they get our votes!! Let’s vet them!! Get to know their track records, and let them know there are no hereditary seats for them.

 

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One response to “POLITICAL FARM

  1. J. A. REALIST

    You know, mwanicks, many people such as myself, would argue that in the book, The Animal Farm, being an ordinary animal is a state of mind. Sure,I agree that in any self sustaining political system,there has to be the ‘kiongozi’ and the ‘mwananchi’.

    However, I do believe that for the system to attain some sort of equilibrium, we have to go back to the period when the pigs and the rest of the animals, were just animals.

    Just like the pigs, our leaders are ruthless and want to see us famished and forlorn.They will go and celebrate Christmas overseas or in the Sarova hotels of our day.In the mean time,they will keep our soldiers willingly in Somalia or fighting somewhere in the streets with cattle rustlers who are displeased with thieving cattle alone.

    If we, by some very strange and tactical manner are able to reduce this bigshots into our size and stature,we achieve the unachievable.That is,however,where the problem presents itself.

    The Kenyan mwananchi is way too ignorant to understand the power that he holds in his hand. (pardon my gender insensitivity, but for humanity’s sake, I’m a lady) He is willing to spare his god-given right(atheists can use what favours them in this clause) to obtain a very old note worth 2 bags of unga.

    If we wake up on the election date,whichever one it may be, and Kenyans somehow were able to acquire some common sense,call me, and i shall take back my bleak words shamefully!

    And that, my friend, is your very own….

    THE REALIST

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