Politics: Counter Terrorism, Civil Strife and Street Running Battles

If you happen to be the target of some political dinosaur, democratic infant of the dark Jurassic-mammoth ice ages, then be assured you will never be liable to transact any kind of financial contract/agreement for years on end unless some miraculous intervention happens from liberal, progressive,civilized, informed and exposed forces.I can attest to that for my life besides having been hijacked has been wholly financially incapacitated to the extent of being rendered an unwilling dependent. I got a god-sent opportunity to teach at a primary school in Mombasa for like 1 month temporarily substituting a lady teacher who had slipped in her bathroom and broke her lower jaw rendering her incapable of giving lessons/classes. The earning rates were KShs200 per day and I collected the total at the end of that month.Thus the administration was kinda bewildered by my performance and asked me to apply for a permanent post which was going to fall vacant in the foreseeable future which I did as a matter of urgency only to be told on the eve of the interview that the ministry of education had resuscitated/enforced some by-laws which had been in existence but hadn't been implemented and as such the administration asked me to check for further clarification regarding that matter with the ministry of education secretariat at the civil service headquarters. The secretariat duly informed me that the government had put in place regulations demanding that from then henceforth both public and private schools were under obligation to strictly employ only Bachelor of Education graduates who had registered with the Teachers Service Commission and as such held a valid TSC number. Secondly,unrestrained graduate teachers were also no longer eligible for contractual employment. That these by-laws exempted those untrained graduate teachers who happened to have been contracted before the coming into force of those by-laws. Thus my chance to join the job markets fixed-income fray hit a snug once more. I realized a month or so later that this hullabaloo was all stage-managed just to take care of my endevours to emancipate myself and gain financial independence. Everybody else was still being recruited in the same old ways and I was the exception.Hmm m.. When I went sometimes later to seek a free lance tour guiding license, the rules were again twisted with impunity and I was told the new regulations demanded one to have a certificate in tour guiding notwithstanding the tour/safari guiding experience one carried with them from the companies they had previously been working for. Such guides were considered before the new regulations! Sometimes last week a fiery Muslim cleric was shot dead as he drove home with his family and this drove the Muslim community crazy to the streets burning down innocent churches and killing and maiming other civilians as well as dozens of policemen. Mombasa hasn't cooled yet to its former state before the Muslim cleric was gunned down.It has affected the tourism industry just like way back in 1997 when the indigenous coastal s caused terror mayhem claiming secession like they are now only they are much more organized under the caucus of Mombasa Republican Council. In 1997, I was then a tour guide and happened to have been caught in the mayhem ,though fortunately after completing our tour at the South Coast and were now on the process of transferring the tourists back to their hotels. Apparently, just to mention,one amongst those tourists was this beautiful Belgium girl/student travel ling with her family with whom we maintained correspondence even after I'd joined the university in Nairobi.She's the one who'd sent me the La Rousse de Poche I'd mentioned earlier and her other souvenirs which I held dear was a gigantic/calumnious La Rousse de Poche French/English dictionary and a Michael Jackson the late 2-in-1 album which I used to listen to a lot after my days hustings in the streets of Nairobi. When we were transferring the tourists then we were obliged to book them in any available hotel as a case of emergency and you can imagine there weren't many to go given the rush and the suddenness.When I had to run as a fugitive to save the life I lived in Nairobi, and had to take the La Rousse text, I couldn't help remembering the events of 1997. Hell, the doctors are also on the verge of a nation wide strike; the teachers have already launched theirs and a section of civil servants are threatening to follow suit in due time. The ODM secretariat have hijacked my life leaving one without access, choice or purchasing power so to speak of. I can't even pay my higher education loan I borrowed from the government which is still accruing interest to date. Later virtuals, logistics.

State Terror : Ex-Files

It all begun in Nairobi though at the time I wasn't aware of the institutionalized vested interests involved,but I was really awed by the systematic discrimination and attention I attracted form the detractors.It happened more or less along the lines of what happened during my stay at the vicinity of the navy barracks. I was residing in the 5th or 6th floor of some 7/8 storey building in one of Nairobi's sprawling suburban estate called Huruma. The tell tale signs begun whenever I came back late around 8o'clock latest in the evening and there were threatening lingering shadows along the corners of each staircase as I made my way up the 1, 4-walled cubicle. These shadows/silhouettes were armed with what looked like machetes gleaming in the narrow moonlight coming-in from the balconies and it was within a short while that I gathered the threats were singularly aimed at me,like they were promising to break into my cubicle later in the night any day there-of.These were warnings, and the rent agent although a pastor by designation wasn't of any helpful relevance. The local secretariat had in other words ganged-up against me and were only waiting for an opportune time to execute their evil plans if I wasn't going to gather what their silhouetted-coded message was implying.later, virtual s, logistics. The aforementioned "pastor" had developed a habit of picking-up silly arguments just to ensure an atmosphere of conflict in tandem with the silhouetted threats I was receiving in the dark of the evenings whenever I climbed the stairs. He would decide to hike my rent by a few hundreds of shillings claiming I had been using the electricity to iron my clothes which they didn't allow and I found ridiculous anyway.Thus, he would cut-off the water supply from the one tap at the basement all tenants used to collect water just when I wanted to collect the rare resource. Whenever he came to collect rent at my cubicle { an 8m by 8m room }an argument would always ensure, courtesy of his uncooperativeness. You couldn't leave the door open even just to attend for a short-call in the bathroom at the end of the corridors on each floor without your loose change in coins disappearing in to thin air. The shadows were unmistakeably of bulky-trained men; I was only frightened of their numbers but I was holding-on tight to my ground and had made it clear I wasn't gonna move an inch.The atmosphere along the corridors of the stair-cases were now "pregnant with expectancy" accompanied with an eerie pin-drop silence despite the numerous tenants. So in adaptation to the eminent threats, I decided one evening on my way back to buy a sword walking-stick which showed when pulled-out, otherwise it just remained a walking-stick.I took heed and decided to enroll in a gym so as to equal the playing field. I didn't train for more than 4 days before the gym was shut-down indefinitely, just to hinder my mission to body-build in preparation for the unknown. I couldn't take it any more for their "unwanted message" sunk into my mind and chilled my spine. One night on my way back upon the stairs after hustling the whole day, they delivered a message so strong I knew there was no sleeping that night, they were going to break-in and I wasn't ready to stay awake the whole night as a guard waiting for the unknown. Thus, I hurriedly packed a few belongings including my documents, certificates,a french text book { la rousse de poche }and left for Mombasa saying I would come back for the other properties after a week or two. I left my { 4 by 6 }m bed, bags of clothing s, coffee table, my Panasonic sub-woofer 1 CD-changer, my beloved music CD's collection, beddings, iron and my small library. I came back after a 3/2 weeks and to my benevolent surprise, not only was my cubicle swept clean of my few earthly belongings but there were new tenants as well, and the goddamn mother-f**k**g rent agent "pastor" was nowhere to be seen; he had disappeared with my belongings and no tenant knew of his whereabouts. That was way back in 2006. Now , with hindsight I can tell where this jig-saw fits in the big picture puzzle. I will elaborate and shed more light later virtual s, logistics.

State Terror : Ex-Files

Kenya holds elections under the new constitutional dispensation sometimes in 4th of March 2013 and as a formality I just applied for the post of a Biometric Voter Registration Clerk which's due to take place in a months time subject to the intergovernmental procurement {btw Canada and Kenya} of the biometric voter registration kits. A formality cause it ain't the first time I've tried my chances with the public service and I already know chances of being recruited are next to nil even though the minimum requirement is a O-level high school certificate.The same case over of spirited, concerted employment discrimination/stigmatization. The friends of the prime minister are already hot on my heels just looking for an excuse to cris-cross fire with me;they come under the caucus of FORA,the p.m.'s presidential bid lobby club. I don't meddle with them for their political discourse is largely immature and their democratic credentials are suffering bouts of teething problems.It would be like opening a Pandora box. You see their man the p.m. is crazy about sate house and his lay blind extremist adherents are simply unreasonable. The p.m.'s bid for the top seat is informed by a background defined by coup attempts which went asunder cause of his dictatorial tendencies to call all the shots by himself, yet he still pretends to be a liberal, progressive democrat.Indeed he has the " King Kong syndrome" whereby one either toes his line or you are just pushed off the edge to the periphery or political oblivion especially for those tail-coat hungers preying on his mad rush to state house; and need albeit, a blanket electorate vote. Interestingly, the dark ice Jurassic-mammoth age "King Kong" tactics/strategies which includes consulting of Sherman-witch doctors and oracles is quiet popular for his animistic ways and so far as I've noticed he's busy tracking me using his FORA launch pad {civilian and capped}, I'm avoiding his crazy mob like the plague.Animistic and voodoo Witchcraft here is as rampant as Victorian England.He's got to win by hook or crook. Of late I've been amused that his secretariat is enjoined in a mischief with his stronghold constituents to involve me in an arranged traditional marriage. I ain't allowed to vouch,choose/access my own civilized conjugal relationship, permanent or otherwise for after all I'm safely incapacitated financially without a decent mode of earning a livelihood;now they are sponsoring to "marry me " a wife. The dunderheads.The medical examination report I needed to pursue an accident victim compensation in the corridors of justice is still pending "arrested". Later virtual s, logistics.

State Terror : Ex-Files

Kenya holds elections under the new constitutional dispensation sometimes in 4th of March 2013

State Terror : Ex-Files

State Terror : X-Files

Hi readers, it usually takes time to find the truth, which at the end of the day turns-out to be stranger than fiction anyway!I just' don't know when this subversive state terror is going to end cause so far it seems like it will end with my end when they do away with me,i.e. certify me "clinically dead". The process to apply for a post graduate course entailed lots of bureaucratic protocol including having to visit designated college deans, school principals, heads of departments as well as directors of institutes to clear with their respective secretariats in terms of authentications of eligibility as well as the prerequisite terms and conditions. As is the case with bureaucracy, those in the know are aware such a process doesn't take a single day; not only because the application forms usually have to be filled in triplicates or quadruplets as the case may demand but more so cause the scrutiny/analysis of the forms for validating if the information provided meets the threshold/criterion is a slow and demanding tall-order process. Some officials happen to be unavailable either for official or private purposes and by the time one manages to present their filled-in rubber-stamped applications,usually 2 or more weeks have passed. Thus was the shock and horror to be told by stern secretaries that my application file record couldn't be found anywhere on their cabinet shelves or in their offices for that matter. Worse was to come when I begun to inquire after my unit transcripts.Can anyone imagine that I was taken in circles/circus ride till I had no otherwise than to seek legal advice from a former{the late:may The good Lord rest his soul in peace} law-comrade.He asked me to seek the counsel of The Law Society of Kenya {Mombasa chapter}for I was residing in that island at that time {sometimes in 2006}of whom the secretariat went forth unwincingly to write a letter on my behalf inquiring after my transcripts.Thus was the scenario between the university,my good-old-self and the L.S.K.After what seemingly looked like a tussle/tug-of-war,the university lamented and gave-in but not without first having to print afresh my 3rd and 4th year transcripts which couldn't be traced anywhere in the files record at the one Institute of African Studies.This meant I had to make travel arrangement to and from Nairobi from my meager earnings at the time. They say that when trying to solve an equation,you "collect like terms together",and furthermore,in an experiment there's usually the "control". Hence, my dear global audience you can as well do the simply arithmetic,joining-of-the-dots, reading-between-the-lines to come up with a reasonable conclusion as to the originators of my predicament.Everything of course ,by now goes without saying that they were premeditated then choreographed for anybody can deduce from my above publications that there's a clear chain of causers {crime-organizers},implementers and trackers of any attempt at the growth and development of my career/profession. There has been a spirited disconcerted effort by the powers that be to discriminate,stigmatize so as to deny me any decent source of earning a living. Nothing to speak of a fixed-income:I'm getting older by the day.I once issued my certificates and testimonials to the ministry of labor at Mombasa at the National Social Security Building and to my surprise the secretariat promised me some placement somewhere within the public service but sternly warned me that "they will give me a job on condition and only provided that it would have nothing to do with Anthropology"... i.e my Bachelor's designation. What crime Anthropology had done to the government of Kenya as to warrant such an approach remains a mystery to me to be resolved to date. Nonetheless, I still read the open secret-hand of the secretariat of the O.D.M. in my "arrested development". Indeed,10 years down the line after graduating, I feel like a persona-non-Grata,like a fugitive on the run trying to save the life they live,worse than a refugee.I've been seriously looking for ways and means to access political asylum/exile in a progressive,liberal,civilized,informed and exposed community/society ever since it downed upon my good-old-self that I'm simply living on borrowed time in Kenya.They, it's clear are going to kill/assassinate me. After all,haven't they successfully managed hijack my life and rob me of any decency,growth or development.I've lost everything except my mind which they are witch-hunting anyway through the unending psychological/mental torture.The File of my life is in their hand.I think that only divine intervention and political goodwill from one of the sovereign democratic states of the United Nation will save and bring back my life to me. Later virtual s.

Stae Terror: X-Files

Yeah, hi everybody,they're cries of "thief, thief," outside, that was a common scene in Kenya in the yester years , nowadays it's quiet rare. Non, the less, I would like to continue on the horror experiences I've been undergoing since I last came-out of college in 2002. I would like to shed more light on my private endeavors to trey and emancipate 'me good ol'self from 'arrested development of growth and development of one's career and profession, double standards and what have you. Sometimes after I graduated in 2002 from The University of Nairobi,say in 2004, after inquiring reflectively along the lines of self constructive criticism, I decided to pursue a course in Diplomacy at The Institute of Diplomacy and International Studies at The Board of Postgraduate Studies and went forth to pay the non-refundable fee of around KSsh. 3000 or thereabouts. I wish I knew, after 3 months of of waiting , my files were no where to be found let alone the issue of being short-listed or not. It's 1 of the cases of political interference of state authorities in individual citizen cases, just to try and curtail one's development. "My Heart Sunk". When my house was broken into and my certificates and testimonials disarrayed and scatter all overt the 4-walled single room. I had the scrutiny to add 1+1 to get 11. Same old state subversive terror. Later virtual s, I'll elaborate implicitly and explicitly. Time and power's being rationed