| Editorial: Like an Interminable Feverish Nightmare |
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| Monday, 18 January 2010 | |
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A long time ago (in fact, a very very long time ago, but that's neither here nor there), I waitressed during my student years to sustain my shoe habit. And sometimes, when I had a busy few evenings, and helped fill in for a missing colleague, I was so immersed in that job that I started dreaming about it. I'm sure most of you have had a similar experience: When what you're doing becomes so intense that it follows you into your sleep, and into your dreams. I was running around carrying glasses and food interminably, unable to disentangle myself from it, just occasionally wondering what my duvet was doing there. The re-appointment of Ringera, the return of Muthaura, the ever smiling, every happy coasting cheerfulness of Amos Wako assuring everyone that yes, indeed, he too was hard at work catching those thieves – it gives me that same feeling of an endlessly looped déjà vu, of a feverish dream that you know is wrong, but that you can't make yourself wake up from. There is the smoke screen of due process, even though nobody ever seems able to answer the question whether due process has been followed. And in the end, a semblance of due process can suffocate almost anything . Everyone, for or against, has ulterior motives – which MP would really want a KACC with teeth? It'd be most inconvenient. So there'll be more noise, and it'll blow over, and it'll leave you with the faint memory of a bad dream. The latest addition is Major General Ali Hussein's demotion, which gives a whole new meaning to going postal. Time to snap out of this, or Mutula Kilonzo will come and ‘shut up shut up shut up!' haunt me in my dreams, too. 26. October 2009 Comments (0)
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