Letter to The Patriarch
Dear The Patriarch, It is not in my habit to pen patriarchs. But this once, I thought I should write one missive for you, The Patriarch. I have been compelled to, looking at recent events in Africa and I hope you will not misconstrue my writing for insolence. I know you have ever been an autocratic authority in your life. You have ever tasted how sweet a thing power is. You know how good it feels to put your best foot forward and hundreds others want to wipe the specks of dust that you gathered with that single step. You know how good it feels to preside over a country. You have been there, at the palace and you sure know all the trappings that come with it. If you were not the one in power, you were somewhere close to the top echelons of power, you were the power itself, even when there was somebody else in the main bedroom of the palace. I know you, The Patriarch, already know the story of Kenya. It is not about Jomo Kenyatta but Mwai Kibaki that I write. You remember, he had 51.3 pe