Corruption
I go back memory lane to remind you all that corruption is still a monster in Kenya. What is appalling is that it is spreading its prehensile tentacles all over. In fact, I do not know if I am corrupt myself. Perhaps you too are in doubt of whether you are corrupt or not. Remember that psychologists teach us that there is no bad or good man. What matters is the degree of either. Corruption is now a way of life. If Abraham Maslow were to rewrite the hierarchy of needs, more so for Kenya he would add corruption to list.
Sir Edward Clay, in the year 2005 used poetry to describe how corruption operates in the country. And I would wish to re-write the same poem
Macavity is a mystery cat,
He’s called the hidden paw
For he’s the great facilitator-far above the law.
He’s a menace to the donors,
He’s the taxpayers’ despair:
For the treasure is empty…..but Macavity’s not there!
Macavity, Macavity, there’s no one like Macavity,
He flourishes in cyberspace,
He stalks through zero gravity.
He’ll be on a yacht off Cyprus
When they find the cupboard’s bare,
For the treasure is empty……..but Macavity’s not there:
Don’t ask for him in government
You’ll get an n icy stare
And they’ll tell you once and once again,
Macavity’s not there
He likes to be in transit and he’s partial to hotels,
He has a place in Manchester,
He’s fond of Seychelles.
So when the nation’s revenue’s in European Banks,
Or you need a team of tractors
But acquire a troop of tanks
Or the nation’s full of caviar, but hasn’t any bread
Or you want a road for Christmas, but a frigate comes instead
Or you’re buying a police car and you’re paying through your teeth
For a chicken house that’s blue
And white and rotten underneath
You can look behind the scenery
Or stare up in the air
But the ministers will tell you that
Macavity’s not there
Sir Edward Clay, in the year 2005 used poetry to describe how corruption operates in the country. And I would wish to re-write the same poem
Macavity is a mystery cat,
He’s called the hidden paw
For he’s the great facilitator-far above the law.
He’s a menace to the donors,
He’s the taxpayers’ despair:
For the treasure is empty…..but Macavity’s not there!
Macavity, Macavity, there’s no one like Macavity,
He flourishes in cyberspace,
He stalks through zero gravity.
He’ll be on a yacht off Cyprus
When they find the cupboard’s bare,
For the treasure is empty……..but Macavity’s not there:
Don’t ask for him in government
You’ll get an n icy stare
And they’ll tell you once and once again,
Macavity’s not there
He likes to be in transit and he’s partial to hotels,
He has a place in Manchester,
He’s fond of Seychelles.
So when the nation’s revenue’s in European Banks,
Or you need a team of tractors
But acquire a troop of tanks
Or the nation’s full of caviar, but hasn’t any bread
Or you want a road for Christmas, but a frigate comes instead
Or you’re buying a police car and you’re paying through your teeth
For a chicken house that’s blue
And white and rotten underneath
You can look behind the scenery
Or stare up in the air
But the ministers will tell you that
Macavity’s not there
