Dear Uhuru Kenyatta,
You don’t know meWe’ve actually met once. Chances are you don’t remember. But it’s all good. I tried very hard to be incognito during that occasion.
I wish you all the best on your recent tribulations. It must be rough being accused of all the things you are accused of. May justice prevail in the end.
There’s something I’d like to ask you.
Increasingly of late you have been saying “Tuko pamoja”, presumably as a way of indicating solidarity with we, the unwashed masses.
You probably mean well, but I find it difficult to relate with you.
Perhaps I can explain
- You don’t pay taxes
- As wealthy people go, you and your family are not doing too badly
- You have a handsome housing allowance
- Your vehicle transportation is paid for, so you won’t notice the fuel hikes
- You fly abroad at government expense, and stay in fairly good hotels at government expense as well
- While at the airports you make use of the VIP lounge
- You probably don’t know where to get matatus for Komarock
- Few of us have airports named after their fathers (JKIA)
- Few of us have highways named after us (Uhuru Highway)
- Few of us have parks named after us (Uhuru Park)
- Few of us have streets named after us (Kenyatta Avenue)
- Few of us have universities named after us (Kenyatta University)
- Few of us have conference centers named after us (KICC)
- Your home is palatial. (And absolutely awesome sir. Very well done!)
How then, sir, are we ‘pamoja’? On what possible fronts can you relate to the common man who has been crippled by the 9 bob rise in kerosene prices?
If I may be impertinent enough to presume to offer you unsolicited advice – I suggest you adopt another catch phrase.
I know you mean well, but it may – MAY come across as a mockery.
Tuko PamojaWarmest regards,