Thursday, 26 January 2012

DAVID VS GOLIATH: A collection of Kenyans fables and other escapedes

The first time Keruraza-gate saga exploded in the Kenyan Media,  I was flummoxed. The untimely incubus elevated the status of a security guard, propelling her to the limelight of a celebrity while her portrayed nemesis enervated in bales of flak.

Kerubo passed as a diffident, humble ingenue who couldn't hurt a fly but behind those big innocent eyes i detected a sly smile. Baraza's inimical reaction branded her diabolical, exacerbating the situation with cavalier barbs and eventually trying to wriggle out of the situation with a present worth trolley-ful bag of Tusky's shopping.

I could have laughed if it wasn't unfortunate.

Now that she has been suspended, courtesy of the powers be, i weep for what was to be her apotheosis in terms of achievement. Pride is a commodity essential for disgraceful downfall. Combine it with arrogance and the greatest of humanities will fall from the grace of apogee to grass of stark humility and eventual ignominious evanescence.

The seven-member team will judge her harshly, but i believe our President will employ his adroit way to break the truce. She will retain her seat but her character will be severely damaged and the public will drown her with their disdain. They will have no confidence in her.

The Ocampo 6 has been reduced to Ekatrina 4. Ali's aquiline features and Kosgey's convivial brio betrayed their pent-up catharsis. Of course the confirmation of the remaining suspects was a clarion call to all politicians with addled bonces to display their emetic crud in public. They did not disappoint; a hunger strike to show solidarity? Pooh! go suck a pig...

Ever heard of Uggie? There is a worldwide outrage by adoring fans that want Uggie to be included in the nominations for the forth-coming Oscars. No, they have no problem with Brad Pitt or George Clooney having all those nominations to themselves. Having appeared in The Artist, a movie with ten nominations, it is then prudent, they reason, that Uggle should have a chance at winning in Oscars. The committee will have none of that because, Uggle, who already has almost 4000 followers in twitter, is not an ordinary guy. He is a 10-year-old Jack Russell terrier, a dog.

Now to the best news of the decade. There is, there has never and there will never be crap called G-Spot. The manufactured erogenous zone by Dr. Ernst Gräfenberg in fifties that has resulted in inferiority complex in men and as a black-mailing tool by women does not exist. Surprised?

                                              

"Without a doubt, a discreet anatomic entity called the G-spot does not exist," said Dr. Amichai Kilchevsky, a urology resident at Yale-New Haven Hospital in Connecticut, and lead author of the review, published Jan. 12 in the Journal of Sexual Medicine.

Dear men, we have troubled ourselves for too long. It's time you switched off your torches.

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