WHO SAYS WE ARE POOR? In the last week-end Rugby 7s in Nakuru, something, the kind that doesn’t catch the attention of our hawk-eyed media, happened. A Mercedes-driving couple arrived in style, parked their car and went about the day’s business, which was boozing and cheering. The couple comprised an older lady and her young hubby—nothing much to be made of this except that it is an indication of the tilt in gender power dynamics in Kenya. The crux of the matter is that the couple left the doors to their sleek and propertied Mercedes open as they went around. The thieves noticed this and urgently took away the electronic gadgets—tablets etc.—and other valuables they came across. The couple were not bothered. They immediately ordered for another more expensive tablet and replaced the other gadgets, displaying them in the same manner. The story repeated itself. An onlooker estimated that the property loss could have been in the area of half a million Kenya shillings in just a few hours, and this was not a bother to the victims at all. This show of affluence is not new to Kenyans, but it is a bother to those of us who rub shoulders with the majority poor every day. We who are in charity could have donated this money straight away to a cause, such as schooling, or even to training talents in sports such as rugby. But not everybody is in charity and they need not be. What angers us is that there is so much money in Kenya, but in the wrong hands—beer guzzlers, gluttons, thieves, war mongers, murderers, hoarders of money and property—who just don’t know what to do with it, except show it off. No wonder the rich men and women of Kenya have no foundations to their names, but gangs to perpetuate their devilry.
Posted on: Sun, 07 Sep 2014 09:02:34 +0000
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