TNA Chairman of Discilipnary committee Dr Makondingo Washington is in trouble for dragging Raila’s name to his petty Facebook Timeline. The ODM online brigade led by Lee Makwiny have decended on him and he is receiving heavy live nyaunyos.
Here is what killed it all, this one is deep and heavy. TNA executve committee have put him under suicide watch>>>
By G Og
Makodingo Washington I have just seen your latest post on Raila Odinga. You are a Luo, which confers you a special advantage over others on matters Luo cultural hierarchy. It is an abomination to compare Jaramogi with his son Raila. It has never been done. Our cultural norms do not allow us to put a father and a son on the same weighing scale. You are a disgrace to your clan. You need to be recalled from your sycophantic hole forthwith. That drug you are on needs to be delisted from our shelves. You, really, have changed ever since you started wearing striped socks and Ali Baba shoes. Poverty is a very dangerous disease.
Nevertheless, there are some twisted truths Kenyans must not allow to go un-responded to.
(i) “He (Raila) most certainly wasn’t the fiercest pro-democracy advocate he is today back then. His late father Oginga Odinga was a more credible leader of opposition, with a much more realistic chance of threatening Moi’s rule…”
Wrong. On all fronts.
Let’s look at the numbers, shall we?
The 1992 elections was Kenya’s first under multi-party rule. Daniel Arap Moi doctored the results to garner 1,962,866 votes. Hot on his heels was the indomitable Ken Matiba dragging 1,404,266 with him to the tallying centre. Mwai Kibaki, the old Mwai Kibaki, stormed into the counting hall with 1,050,617 votes of his own. Now, do you see Jaramogi in that list of top three heavy-hitters? No. So, does your assertion I have highlighted in (i) above still hold any water? No. Jaramogi never lived long enough to contest another multi-party election so we did not have a chance to track his progress over time. He died in 1994.
You see, Makodingo, three things can not be long hidden; the sun, the moon, and your tongue’s ability to drain open sewers.
Makodingo, I know your paymasters will be quick to label me a Raila Odinga sycophant. You know the truth. Unlike you, I have never, ever, met Raila Odinga – the man. I have never been to his Capitol Hill office. The furthest I have been to Orange House was when I bought roasted maize by the gate. That guy operating a kibanda there has the best roasted maize in the entire Kilimani area, tell a friend to tell a friend.
Unlike you, I have a non-political job. I do not claim to be a pharmacist by day and a conflict resolution expert by night. My university professor called it intellectual dishonesty, my late grandfather called it daylight prostitution.
There are better ways to openly disagree with Raila Odinga. You will never, ever, come close to a millionth of what he’s done for this country, even if you were to live for a trillion years. Therefore, on this 15th day of December 2015, may I kindly request you to think about your endgame with this. This country has a bad history of destroying brilliant minds.
And I hate to imagine they already have their laser beams on you.