Top Kitui Village Admins Speak On First Day in Office

Top Kitui Village Admins Speak On First Day in Office

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 am told that they first call you an MCA before borrowing bad loans from you. If you don’t comply they call you their Governor now that the Senate is officially an empty shell.

By MUSYOKA NGUI

For me, writing is both therapeutic and liberating. There is some form of freedom that comes from passing a message across. Regardless. Not media freedom nor the freedom of speech. Something else out of this world.

It is emptying a heart out, venting thoughts and freeing up memory. For another space to occupy. 

Today I write about my day out with a newly appointed village administrator. You see when the County Government came up people started angling for opportunities. Devolution fruits, as it were. Turns out that it wasn’t what we had bargained for.

In media circles we got talking. Therefore I set out on a mission to understand what these niggers will be doing. Are their positions constitutional? Are they going to assist the now new sheriffs in the villages the so called Ward Administrators? Are they going to be the gubernatorial campaigners at the grassroots? How many are they?

On this first day I called a cousin who was appointed. She was collecting her appointment letter at the County Public Service Board HQ, the otherwise famed bastion of sleaze, they say.

After giggling for some seconds, she went on to wax lyrical that actually that job pays. Confirming the scandalizing rumors that the so called governor’s right hand spanner spinners will be well remunerated.

So when are you beginning your gig siz? This month ending. Have you resigned yet from your current post? Nope. I want to take my last pay first then quit.

Okay.

Next Village Admin was my typical boy in the village. By all inner village standards, he is an influencer. A serving community leader by his own right and a successful business man, with a young family, the appointment gives him the buttress roots he wants for stability and raising his young family.

But I pity the Village Admins because the public are conditioned to beg from their leaders by the political class of this Kenya. Their little earnings will be depleted by wananchi requesting for tea at the local Mama.

School committees, wedding planners and funeral mourners will find a convenient target to milk county cash. After all, he is our leader. The last man standing of the “able H.E. Gov.”

I am told that they first call you an MCA before borrowing bad loans from you. If you don’t comply they call you their Governor now that the Senate is officially an empty shell.

My third interaction was with a Village Admin candidate.  As you can guess he was all sweaty and anxious that the proverbial axe could fall on him that the front runners in the village job were wives of assistant chiefs and serving veteran chiefs. The only thing that is between me and that job, is prayers, says he. I am hoping that God will answer my prayers. The rest is Chemistry. I am told by his close friends that he quietly penned that resignation letter and he is in the tail end of his exit strategy. I will miss that buddy. God help you.

What still baffles your former colleagues is that you chose to leave so unceremoniously. You must have gotten a better deal bro.

So to you the voter. Go slow on the Village Admin. Don’t entangle him with village politics and shenanigans.  He needs to deliver. Leave the chief campaigner alone to trumpet the credentials of the sitting king. You must be an enemy of development to point out that the king is naked. See no evil, hear no evil. Eat. Stupid.