extrazangance

my peace of mind has been puntured, thanks to this south african brother oga who invented a noisy plastic blow pipe in the name of vuvuvela. anyway the electioneering period is with again, in campus at least, order has given way to mayhem and drunks outnumber the sober by a decent margin. this time am watching from a passive distance. my stomach is not bloated with a bile like feeling as i am not a candidate.

the striking thing however is that this elections are a mirror of the kenyan society its political culture and democratic maturity. i have sat in an adhoc council of elders perpetuating ethnic balkanization of the students politics i reserve my appologies for time to come, as am being dictated by the heart to blog this i will be forthright. the political divisions in the campus political theatre mimic a larger theatre that is kenyas's national political environment. most people have regrets about beieng ethnic, i swear i do to but few are willing to act on their regrets. i mean i would like the best personalities in office, this would mean they would that they would have the chance of grooming themselves for national positions, end result+ useful reserve of dedicated leaders for tommorrow.  i hate the more when the elected candidtaets mode of communication is swanglish (my freinds coined this name for those who can't communicate effectively in kiswahili or enlglish) but nevertheless ethnic banding has created battallions behind them and they are presnted to us as the ideal choices.



anaway this blog is about extravangance, how extravangant we are with our choices, granted that life always grants us the choices to redeem ourselves, to make up  for past mistakes but what do we do? we continually fluff them away. my god we are even extravangant with luck, look at how we let water flow away into the oceans after extended periods of drought, are we a wastefull people? you tell me that maybe you know it better than i do.