1 The Politician is my shepherd; I shall always want.
2 He maketh me to lie down on cold tarmac for rallies: he leadeth me beside the still waters of empty promises.
3 He restoreth my tribalism: he leadeth me in the paths of "State House" for his own name’s sake.
4 Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of the Big Four, I will fear no teargas:
for thou art with me; thy motorcade and thy bodyguards they comfort me.
5 Thou preparest a feast of nyama choma before me in the presence of mine rivals: thou anointest my head with a branded cap; my "brown envelope" runneth over.
6 Surely "Tano Tena" and "Handshakes" shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Voter’s Regret for ever.
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Author:
Brian Otucho (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Sociopolitical
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Comments2
And so it is in a democratic prayer to a Monarch God that was never elected and owes nothing to constituents fearing no voter revenge. A good write
💯 The truth! Well done on this satire, my friend!
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