Dangote's deal is good? Oooh, okay.
The refinery has a capacity of 700 million barrels? Oooh, that's insanely good.
It's worth KSh 2 trillion and that money will be injected into our economy? Oooh, wow.
It will create 60,000 jobs? That's a huge milestone.
Now let's see the paperwork.
The reports. The public participation records. The due process. The agreements. The contracts.
If the deal is that good, the paperwork should make the case for itself.
Kenya is governed by the rule of law.
No, investor, billionaire or not can circumvent this and term those seeking legal redress “trouble makers.”
Article 1 of our Katiba confirms that Sovereign Power rests with WaKenya.
Not the President. Not Billionaires.
#UkatibaCaravan
I hope that the contract with Dangote allows competition.
There will come a time when a second and even third investor wants to set up and any contractual barrier should not be set up against Kenya's success.
I KNEW WILLIAM RUTO BEFORE STATE HOUSE. THAT IS WHY I CANNOT PRETEND.
I was not merely a Ruto supporter.
I was a Ruto diehard. A loyalist.
I defended that man when defending him was not fashionable.
I respected William Ruto.
His children are my friends.
I know his home. I have been to Sugoi. I have drunk his milk, eaten his honey and chewed his eggs.
I have walked through his farms. We planted trees there. I even have a beehive somewhere near the Sugoi River.
So when I speak about William Ruto, I am not analysing a stranger from the pages of a newspaper.
I knew the man before State House knew him.
And today, I will say something many people who benefited from his political rise will never dare say:
My respect for William Ruto is gone.
Not reduced.
Not suspended.
Gone.
What I once interpreted as ambition, I now see differently.
What I once called political courage, I now question.
What I once believed was a determination to climb from poverty to the highest office in the land now looks to me like an insatiable appetite for power, wealth and control.
Ruto did not appear satisfied with simply becoming President.
He wanted to become the most powerful man in Kenya.
He wanted wealth on a scale that would place him alongside, and perhaps beyond, the great political dynasties he spent years attacking.
He wanted to be feared.
And that is where everything changed.
Because a president who wants to be respected builds institutions.
A president who wants to be feared builds dependency.
A president who wants to serve leaves behind stronger citizens.
A president obsessed with power leaves behind people who are afraid to speak.
And somewhere along that road, the man I once defended disappeared from the man I now see.
Ruto has accumulated enormous wealth and influence during his political career, and allegations about the scale of his fortune have reached extraordinary figures.
Claims that his wealth exceeds KSh3 trillion should not simply be repeated as fact without independent verification. But that does not make the underlying question disappear:
How does a man who entered politics preaching about ordinary hustlers accumulate such extraordinary wealth while the ordinary hustler keeps getting poorer?
That question deserves an answer.
Not insults.
Not intimidation.
Not propaganda.
An answer.
I have seen enough of Ruto's world to know that the story is more complicated than the slogans we were fed.
I was there before the helicopters.
Before State House.
Before the presidential motorcade.
Before the suits, the power and the enormous machinery surrounding the presidency.
I defended him because I believed in him.
I trusted him because I thought he understood the pain of ordinary Kenyans.
I supported him because I believed the man who spoke about the hustler economy actually wanted to build a country where the hustler could breathe.
I was wrong.
And that is a painful thing to admit when you once stood firmly on the other side.
But loyalty should never become blindness.
Politics should never become religion.
And no politician should become so powerful that his supporters are afraid to admit that they were wrong.
I was a Ruto man.
I knew his home.
I knew his farms.
I drank his milk.
I ate his honey.
I planted trees on his land.
I kept a beehive near the Sugoi River.
Today, I know something else.
The respect I once had for William Ruto is finished.
And sometimes the most dangerous political awakening is not when an opponent changes sides.
It is when a former loyalist finally stops lying to himself.
Bullet in bullet out, I’ll still support HE. David Maraga. I know a good leader when I see one. Maraga has demonstrated to be a man of integrity, principled and a statesman.
My support for him comes without an apology.
Mr. President, my mentor, show us the way and we’ll gladly follow.
@ouma_neko But that's the refrain he hears from OUR government which is his partner,not ' uninformed,clueless,blind,unimaginative busybodies masquerading as opposition'...
@HonKangata Once initiated,with the blessings of Murang'a people as well as yourself,it will gather full steam ahead.A sound legal footing to deter skullduggery by any of your successors too..A real beacon of hope and trailblazer you are..Salut!