By Comrade Alberto Nyakundi Amenya, Banana Pedlar – The County of Kisii
A man’s best friend may turn against him and become his serious enemy. His son or daughter that he has reared with loving care may prove ungrateful. Those who are nearest and dearest to us, those whom we trust with our happiness and our good name may become traitors to their faith. The money that a man has, he may lose.’ It flies away from him, perhaps when he needs it most.
A man’s reputation may be sacrificed in a moment of ill-considered action. The people who are prone to fall on their knees to do us honor when success is with us, may be the first to throw the stone of malice when failure settles its cloud upon our heads. The one absolutely unselfish friend that man can have in this selfish world, the one that never deserts him, the one that never proves ungrateful or treacherous is his DOG.
A man’s dog stands by him in prosperity and in poverty, in health and in sickness. He will sleep on the cold ground, where the wintry winds blow and the snow drives fiercely, if only he may be near his master’s side. He will kiss the hand that has no food to offer; he will lick the wounds and sores that come in encounter with the roughness of the world. He guards the sleep of his pauper master as if he were a prince.
When all other friends desert he stays put. When riches take wings, and reputation falls to pieces, he is as constant in his love as the sun in its journey through the heavens. If fortune drives the master forth an outcast in the world, friendless and homeless, the faithful dog asks no higher privilege than that of accompanying him, to guard him against danger, to fight against his enemies.
And when the last scene of all comes, and death takes his master in its embrace and his body is laid away in the cold ground, no matter if all other friends pursue their way, there by the graveside will the noble dog be found, his head between his paws, his eyes sad, but open in alert watchfulness, faithful and true even in death.
Kenyan leaders from every nook and cranny are trying to behave like real dogs. They are hanging around our President like a swarm of bees in fake solidarity against ICC. By wanting to escort him to The Hague, they are pretending to have lots of love for him yet they have none. They are trying to remain august in Uhuru’s heart but we all know their true colours.
Why is it that the same cronies who pretend to be friends in need to the Presidency do not do the same to the Deputy President when he goes to The Hague? Come on, isn’t he our next President? As far as dogs are concerned, Uhuru has some and Ruto has none. Maybe, just maybe, Ruto has one from Elgeyo Marakwet. When you see those dogs, clap for them for me, pardon, slap them for me. Tell them the Banana Pedlar says thank you, oh! Sorry, tell them I said f*ck youâ€
A man’s best friend may turn against him and become his serious enemy. His son or daughter that he has reared with loving care may prove ungrateful. Those who are nearest and dearest to us, those whom we trust with our happiness and our good name may become traitors to their faith. The money that a man has, he may lose.’ It flies away from him, perhaps when he needs it most.
A man’s reputation may be sacrificed in a moment of ill-considered action. The people who are prone to fall on their knees to do us honor when success is with us, may be the first to throw the stone of malice when failure settles its cloud upon our heads. The one absolutely unselfish friend that man can have in this selfish world, the one that never deserts him, the one that never proves ungrateful or treacherous is his DOG.
A man’s dog stands by him in prosperity and in poverty, in health and in sickness. He will sleep on the cold ground, where the wintry winds blow and the snow drives fiercely, if only he may be near his master’s side. He will kiss the hand that has no food to offer; he will lick the wounds and sores that come in encounter with the roughness of the world. He guards the sleep of his pauper master as if he were a prince.
When all other friends desert he stays put. When riches take wings, and reputation falls to pieces, he is as constant in his love as the sun in its journey through the heavens. If fortune drives the master forth an outcast in the world, friendless and homeless, the faithful dog asks no higher privilege than that of accompanying him, to guard him against danger, to fight against his enemies.
And when the last scene of all comes, and death takes his master in its embrace and his body is laid away in the cold ground, no matter if all other friends pursue their way, there by the graveside will the noble dog be found, his head between his paws, his eyes sad, but open in alert watchfulness, faithful and true even in death.
Kenyan leaders from every nook and cranny are trying to behave like real dogs. They are hanging around our President like a swarm of bees in fake solidarity against ICC. By wanting to escort him to The Hague, they are pretending to have lots of love for him yet they have none. They are trying to remain august in Uhuru’s heart but we all know their true colours.
Why is it that the same cronies who pretend to be friends in need to the Presidency do not do the same to the Deputy President when he goes to The Hague? Come on, isn’t he our next President? As far as dogs are concerned, Uhuru has some and Ruto has none. Maybe, just maybe, Ruto has one from Elgeyo Marakwet. When you see those dogs, clap for them for me, pardon, slap them for me. Tell them the Banana Pedlar says thank you, oh! Sorry, tell them I said f*ck youâ€