The Dummiest of all Kanu Damus!!! -
03-09-2002, 10:40 AM
It all started with the herdsboy who became president. The boy who spent his early days herding his father's livestock on the plains of sacho knew little that fate would one day throw him beyond the outer fringes of imagination, reaching far above where his fairest dreams could carry him. His mother proudly called him Toroitich.
But people knew not the son of Kemoi by such a name until later when he was reaching the peak of his political career. He was simply Daniel Arap Moi (I admit I like the simplicity) But one cold hard fact remained; He was a typical Tugen; literally taken from the bush, but the bush would not let go.
But here is an interesting thing about this man; What Moi wants Moi gets. Moi wants a doctorate in whatever field? Moi gets it the following day. That's what makes him Mwalimu No.1, Mkulima No.1,..on 'n' on up and beyond Dummy No.1. Had he been a rapper, he would be the No.1 Stunna!.
The only person who is said to have the same IQ level as Moi is Idd Amin Dada. This is how they compared them: ( both addressing the Queen of England- in different times and occassions)
Idd; "Gudmorning mrs queen?,(pause, searching for his spectacles)..before I undress you, eeh, let me remove my testicles...(and then leaving to go) "thank you for the food Mrs. Queen, am fed up and I'll make sure I revenge when you come to Uganda."
Moi; "goodmorning your machesty mrs.gueen?. (he reads aloud the directions from his own speech)"bause look at the beeble!..on peehalf of my beeble of genya...(the rest is unpublishable)
At his hotel room in NY on the first visit abroad, it's said that Moi spent the whole night on the floor. Reason being simply that he couldn't figure out how to get into the bed. He went without room service too because when his top delegate Hon. Muru Mutisya heard a knock on the door he answered "Nuu Su?" the attendants heard something like 'no sir' so they went away.
But the real drama was actually when despite a conference having kicked off the following morning, Moi was still in his room yelling "imegataa!" coz he had missed a button to open the damn door.
And Mutisya was no much help either, he had pissed on his socks coz he feared he'd miss his way back if went outside looking for a toilet.
Back home though Moi was king. He had only one prayer to make. And it'd be that the god who gave him glory may also give him strength to bear it. He needed much of it to cope with the torrents of praises he got each day from the local Kanu dummies. One such as Ole Ntimama once said; " Mtukutu rais, unajua sisi watu ya Narok yote, tuko nyuma ya matako yako" What a lousy praise!
Green Leaf
At the side of an everlasting why, is a yes, and a yes, and a yes.
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