By Chris Maina
I chose to call Moi a dictator because I lacked any other better word. I qualified him as a religious dictator because in all his years as a president, Moi used the Church as a condom. He made every sunday a Moi day, and the country proceeded from where he was, who accompanied him, what he said and why he said what he said. Sundays were Moi days. The churches he attended preached the gospel according to Moi and salvation according to the Nyayo philosophy.
But first things first. Today is Moi Day and pleeease toss some champagne, eat popcorns, relax and enjoy. Remember that cliche? Siasa Mbaya Maisha Mbaya. To the KANUists, back in power with a bang; today would have been a great day. A day to remember the contribution of an African Statesman; to thank Moi for the great and wonderful things he did for Kenya.
A decade out of power; with no more Moi Day and its attendant excesses and roadside declarations, Kenya has moved forward, and backwards too. The life and time of kenyans fall under Charles Dicken’s classical analysis of the English world that time – I think, under King George. He profusely states in his Tale of Two Cities:
â€œIt was the best of times,Â it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of light, it was the season of darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair.â€
That is what I think whenever the thoughts of our country crosses my mind; sadly, foolishness, incredulity and darkness seems to have taken the better share of our public discourse and political dealings.
Moi Day; don’t you feel relieved? The good thing about it; which shows we did progress, and we are progressing, is that it no longer exists! A new constitution took care of it. Lol!
To the Nyayoists, have fun today and tonight! Back then it would have been a holiday!