Dear Uhuru Kenyatta,
You donâ€™t know meWeâ€™ve actually met once. Chances are you donâ€™t remember. But itâ€™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.
Thereâ€™s something Iâ€™d like to ask you.
Increasingly of late you have been saying â€œTuko pamojaâ€, 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 donâ€™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 wonâ€™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 donâ€™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 â€˜pamojaâ€™? 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 â€“ I suggest you adopt another catch phrase.
I know you mean well, but it may â€“ MAY come across as a mockery.
Tuko PamojaWarmest regards,