By Andrew Young
How are u doing ?
I remember watching you and your boss on the lawns of the Big House, clad in similar shirts, ties, trousers, and shoes. It was a nice picture. I may not like either of you, but i loved that picture. It showed me two good friends. I suspect that it was your idea. Your boss is not the emotional type. That could only have come from you. Lately though, that picture has never recurred. Why has it not happened again? I know why, Bill. Itâ€™s because your influence on him is waning very fast. Others have his ear now. He cares less about your opinion. That should scare you. But, i suspect you already know that. You know that heâ€™s cheating on you, and thereâ€™s nothing you can do about it. You sold your soul to the devil, and the devil has come back to collect.
I feel sorry for you, Ndugu Bill. Your position is not a place i would wish to be in. No matter how hard you try to convince the world that everything is cosy, your body language says something totally different. The confidence is gone. The decisive swing of the hand has been replaced by a slight drop of the shoulders. Your voice inspires very few with confidence. You are stuck in a dark place, and are afraid that, if you ventured out, you would meet a crowd of people waiting to laugh at you and mock you. It is truly sad. However, the split between you and your boss is coming, Bill. Upende, usipende. You canâ€™t stop it, no matter how much you try to convince yourself that it will never happen. My papa always tells us that, â€˜â€™Jogoo mjinga hufikiri asipowika, jua halitachomozaâ€™â€™……Figure it out, Brother.
But it shouldnâ€™t be. All is not lost, my friend. You have a chance to redeem your bruised and tattered reputation. You have a chance to write your name afresh in the annals of history; a chance to help our babies remember you. Use that chance now, Bill. Admit that you were wrong. Admit that you were played. Look up at the heavens, and seek grace.
Dear Bill, an admission of a mistake does not make you weak. It is the only way you will revive your political career. Work with your brothers, and history will remember you. History will talk of a man who stood up for what is right, in order to correct a grievous mistake. History will remember Bill The Man; the man who was bold enough to proclaim to the world, â€˜â€™Mea Culpa, Mea Culpa, Mea Maxima Culpaâ€™â€™.
Your Faithful Brother !