Plus ça change, Plus c’est la même chose

Courtesy of GADO (Facebook page)

I hardly know French. Apart from Bonjour and Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, that’s the only other French I know. But I like the said statement, mostly because it makes a mockery of hopeless hope. We believe in change and “Yes We Can’s”until the peddlers turn around with a smirk and tell us how silly we were to fall for their one and only trick yet again.

I hadn’t had the chance to follow on the recent national developments over the course of the week. But I had seen people make a lot of noise about our parliamentarians on social media. Words like selfish, self-serving, monkeys-in-disguise, dropouts were being thrown around. I thought to myself, “Did Kenyans just this week have an epiphany?  Our MP’s have always been that way.”

So I decided to wait for the weekend, when I’d find time to catch up with all the parliamentarian’s newest sins. Saturday came, I copped as many dailies as I could and I started digging. I learned that the entire outcry was about the lawmakers chopping and changing our year-old constitution. Through a series of amendments, the ‘honorable members’- in one sitting- saw it best to unilaterally piss on the 70% ‘YES’ referendum votes by Kenyans.

They proposed to allow a Presidential candidate vie for other positions and they also proposed that sitting MP’s be cushioned from the budget proposal that every Kenyan pay their taxes. In all his wisdom, the Speaker threw out the obnoxious suggestions. But the scheming was just beginning. What followed was a legion of crazy proposals that would make this man happy.

They altered the Political Parties Act to allow party hopping up to two months before the General Election from the original five. They also changed the Elections Act to provide that parties can present their presidential candidates can be up for nomination to the 12 special seats in the National Assembly- never minding the fact that these were reserved for the disabled, youth and the marginalized. They also meddled with the Vetting of Judges and Magistrates Act and the Sexual Offences Act.

However, the most highlighted amendment and that which caused Kenyans to turn red in their Facebooks had to do with education qualifications. The legislators crafted a clever way to go around the possession of a university degree requirement for anyone to vie for an elective post. So, they exempted themselves from that requirement. See I had never realized that while the likes of James Orengo and Martha Karua referred to each other as ‘learned friends’, there was a bunch of others who would feel discriminated due to their unlearned nature. This is when it hit me that our Legislature is littered with dropouts.

That amendment proved to be the final straw. A day of national outrage followed. This is where my theory comes in. Picture a Kamukunji of the smarter MP’s:

“Ok learned friends, the nation is turning against us. What to do? Hmmmm…”
“We shall not suffer the scorn of Kenyans because of those few fools among us.”
“Let us confuse them with complex amendments that will puzzle their little minds.”

So Amos Kimunya walks into Parliament the next day with a new proposal. He says that it will be mandatory for MP’s to hold university certification in 2017. The rest of the House take this to mean that they have been given leeway to contest the 2012/2013 elections. They unanimously pass the proposal and consequently proceed to exchange high fives and chuckles. Charles Kilonzo (after getting a clever wink from a fellow smarty- again, completely my theory) then gets up and cuts short the cheers. He suggests that the Legislature goes back to the original amendment by the ‘unlearned friends’ and do away with it. So the rest of the House sees no harm in that and again they unanimously pass the proposal. Cheers, roars and handshakes of mistaken victory continue to ring in the Chamber’s air. This happens until they are notified that they have bizarrely dropped the axe on themselves.

Now, as Kenyans petition the President not to assent to the amendments, the disgruntled ‘unlearned friends’ are also writing to him begging him not to seal their political demise saying they did not understand what they were doing! So the President is now stuck with amendments that neither Kenyans nor the Legislators that passed them want signed into law.

But then, why are Legislatures amending a constitution that a majority of them and Kenyans supported and overwhelmingly passed as a break from the eerie past? Why is there more amending than there is implementation? The answer is, any promise of change coming from a politicians tongue is just a false dawn. For them, and also us who tolerate them, THE MORE THINGS CHANGE, THE MORE THEY STAY THE SAME.

Chatroom Blues

Before Facebook, before the Twitter, before Google+, before the words ‘Let there be light’ (okay, you get my point) There were chat rooms. I mention them with tender emotion, a heavy heart and watery eyes. Rest in peace roomies. My sentimentality with chat rooms springs from the fact that I did a lot of ghost socialization in them. I had my first ‘digital kiss’ in one and I even went as far as to break my ‘digital virginity’. I did a lot of growing up in these rooms.

But enough with my chat room melodrama. Chat rooms were more than that. They were the Garden of Eden of social media until Facebook and The Twitter bird nipped on the apple. In the process they doomed us all and took us back to what we were all escaping from- reality.

Chat rooms made online socialization a fantasy. Somewhere you could log in and let your imagination float to the high heavens without any attachment and consequences. No names, no tags and the only liking that happened was in a private section of the room.

The main pillar in which chat rooms were built on was anonymity. All you gave was a user name, city and country. The pseudonymous nature of such connections brought out the creative best in everyone involved. The screen names ranged from witty to absurd and the rest just bordered on insane. There were the Hollywood inspired- WesleyPipes, MonsterBall, Mufasa; the smooth operators- Kasanova (he was from Kasarani), DonJuanMachakos, CandleGuy; and there was just the outrageous ones- 1 + 1 = 69, DevilInMyPants, UuuiiAti?Uuuuuuuuuiiiiiiii

Those who have been to such chat rooms know how they worked. It’s like a huge mansion with a variety of rooms inside. Every room is governed by a particular theme- like Flirting and Sex, Friends, Sports, Late Night and so forth. One was at complete liberty to hop in and out of any of these rooms. It’s no riddle which my favorite room was (as was any other teenage boy and girl). So as we all met in the Friends room…

What I liked most was the honest and competitive nature of the chat rooms. One was not judged by their appearance, pockets or mode of transportation. Just the power of their written word. In the Friends room for instance, everyone would come out with the best plagiarized sonnet and lay it down on their target. Since there happened to be more suitors, the whole room would have the aura of a 14th century theatre.  In the end, he who hath the most convincing written tongue would get the honor of being requested to accompany their fine maiden to a private one-on-one session.

That is mostly where I brought out the big guns and got my Edgar Allan Poe on. One time, I opened a private session with, “I have seen your photo and I must say your luminous eyes are brightly expressive as the twins of Leda.” And just like that, I had myself a ‘digital girlfriend’, never mind the fact that her eyes were lifeless and I didn’t even have a clue who the twins were. I must add, sadly, that the ‘digital relationship’ did not last long. She caught me ‘digitally cheating’ and after a long ‘digital argument’, got ourselves a ‘digital break-up’.

I remember feeling adventurous or rather bored one time. I was hoping in and out of every room trying to find something different. I landed myself in the Italy room. Within a minute of joining, I had private room requests from 3 lovely ragazze. I credit that to my username ‘OthelloOfKenya’. I think it ringed a bell…So I picked the fruity one and in brief- this is how it went. Let’s call her Desdemona.

Desdemona: Hi
Othello: Buon giorno!
Desdemona:
You speak Italian?!
Othello: Only when punished
Desdemona: kassssshhhhhhhwaaapp
Othello: Mamma Mia!
Desdemona: hahah
Othello: heheh
Desdemona: so what are you doing in Italia
Othello: I am in search of the fairest maiden to make my Queen. My father died and left me his kingdom- I need to do the same too.
Desdemona: Die?
Othello: Not before I get a heir
Desdemona: Are you from Zamunda?
Othello: No! that is Eddie Murphy’s Empire…

Here’s another interesting chat room conversation that one of my crazy friends partook in.

CrazyFriend: So what you upto?
Lady: Nothin much, just chillin in bed with my John Grisham
CrazyFriend: Uuuuh! I’ve never heard of that one
Lady: Seriously?!  It’s really nice
CrazyFriend: How much of it is left, I’d love some
Lady: Uhm, I just started, I’m on page 54
CrazyFriend: That must be a classy one- they measure it in pages
Lady: Kwani what do you think John Grisham is?
CrazyFriend: A drink
Lady just checked out of the chat room.

That is what I miss most about the chat rooms. They allowed you to be foolish and childish. But they are dead now. And their chief assassins- Facebook and Twitter do not allow you to be that way. Since no one likes to be publicly associated with foolishness and childishness, the last time I tried some chat room antics on my Facebook page, I lost friends quicker than a billionaire gone broke 😦