Yesterday, I slept a deep sleep, a sleep like no other. Kind of like the one we see being exhibited on live T.V. during our infamous parliamentary proceedings.
And as I slept a deep sleep, I dreamed a very vivid dream. Kind of like what people pictured when
they were explained to how the Thika super-highway would look like.
In my very vivid dream, there stood many fat men. Kind of like the ones we used to religiously watch Sumo wrestling: the ‘Yokozuna’s of our days.
And behind these fat men, there stood many slender trees. Kind of like the ones we used to dread being caned with, after forgetting to do our homework when we were young.
As for the slender trees behind the fat men, they were being chopped down with a dicer. Kind of like the ones you see being used to demonstrate their miraculous capabilities of chopping vegetables to large crowds on the streets of Nairobi.
Now the chopping down of these trees, led to climate change. Kind of like the one we are experiencing in Kenya with severe drought in the North and severe flash floods in the same North.
Now this climatic change, brought ‘problems’ to the fat men. Kind of like the ones you hear on local radio stations in the morning, on your way to work.
Hence, these problems, made the fat men start arguments. Kind of like the ones you view after the end of by-elections of a contested parliamentary seat.
Now these arguments, made me really sick. And I wanted to wake up from my very vivid dream, unlike the parliamentarians.
For it is only in a dream, that our elected would believe that arguments could possibly bring dead people back to life. If anything, more people continue to die as they continue to ardently point their fat fingers at each other.
For it is only in a dream, that a sane person would still continue to contest the cause of the deaths of five Kenyans, in a hunger stricken North, when we all know that the actual cause of their death is greed.
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