THE ELIGATARIAN POST

  ​ On this sacred observance of Mashujaa Day, where we pause to measure the magnificent stature of our heroes, we turn our gaze upon the enduring shadow cast by Raila Amolo Odinga, Jakom, a man whose life was a study in paradox and power. He was an archetype unto himself, known variously as Tinga, Agwambo, and Wuod Mary, yet to millions, he remained simply Baba, the complex, authoritative, and profoundly misunderstood political patriarch. ​To many who navigated his orbit, he embodied the quintessential Nonconformist, a spirit perpetually at war with the inertia of the establishment. He was the rebel with an essential cause, whose very pulse set the rhythm for democratic tension in the Republic. This very spirit, so admired for its fearless refusal to compromise with tyranny, housed the essential contradiction that often defined his path. For in the grand theatre of his strategic mind, he was capable of the highest form of political nonconformity: the rebellion against ...

As patriotic Kenyan citizens, June 25th is etched into our collective conscience as a symbol of pain, defiance, and awakening. It marks the day a generation stood up and some never returned home. Young Kenyans blood watered the roots of a tree of justice, dignity, and freedom that are yet to see bloom. Tomorrow, as we mark that dark day's first anniversary, there is a conversation unwinding:  What exactly is this day about?  Is it a memorial or a protest?  Is it a call for justice or a chaotic display of conflicting interests? These questions are not new and they are not unwelcome. In fact, they reflect a nation beginning to interrogate the soul of its resistance. One comrade, a seasoned human rights defender, is questioning us:  Where are the clear demands?  Who are the institutions targeted?  Could this be a hijacked moment, one that benefits ‘carrier activists,’ tribal gatekeepers, and political opportunists? This is a fair concern. After a...

For far too long, we the people, the true custodians of this nation, have been reduced to mere spectators in the affairs that shape our daily lives. Like a crowd at a theatre, we have watched the powerful perform on a stage built by our sweat, blood, and taxes, clapping when they please us, booing when they disappoint, but always remaining outside the inner circles where decisions are made.  That era must come to an end. Kenya is bleeding. Not from a lack of potential, but from a lack of political will and moral courage at the helm. We are witnessing a grand betrayal, of our Constitution, our dreams, and our dignity.  The cost of living continues to soar while the quality of life nosedives. Our youth are jobless, our elders hungry, our women overburdened, and our children hopeless.  Every Finance Bill is a loaded weapon pointed at the poor. Every public project becomes a feeding trough for the elite. And every promise of reform is followed by a deeper cycle of repression....

Dear Brothers and Sisters in Spirit, Today, I write this letter with a heavy heart and fiery resolve, addressing you, our fallen heroes, our brave comrades, who have been silenced by a brutal, barbaric regime that spares no mercy and cares not for the sacred call of justice.  I write in your memory, to honor your sacrifice, and to vow that your blood was not spilled in vain. We live in a time where the forces of oppression have not only taken our beloved from us but have tainted the very soul of our nation. A regime so heartless and remorseless that it drains our country’s coffers, abducts our children, and murders our future, all in the name of greed and power.  They speak of order, yet they sow chaos claiming to guard the state, yet they trample on the rights of the people. They struggle to silence voices that dare to speak against injustice, and now, in their venomous rhetoric, they say we have lost our humanity. That we are unfeeling, indifferent, and detached from the s...

  You walk into the grand house of a politician, one of those MPs who just got a new “sitting allowance” for the parliamentary session that barely lasted two hours. The man or woman is comfortably sprawled on an expensive leather chair, sipping on some champagne they didn’t even know was made in Kenya. There’s a pile of crisp notes next to them, possibly stolen from a tender for some “unnecessary” project in a remote village that will never see the light of day.  Meanwhile, you, yes, you, the mwananchi, are probably seated on a plastic chair in a room with a roof that leaks when it rains. If you have a job, it’s probably at the local kiosk, where your pay can’t even cover the price of the gas needed to get to work, much less your children’s school fees. If you’re lucky enough to have access to a public hospital, you might spend the day in a queue that’s longer than the hours it’ll take to get that life-saving treatment. Now, if you step outside, you’ll see roads that don’t lea...

Politics, at its essence, is the heartbeat of human civilization , a mechanism through which societies negotiate power, allocate resources, and resolve conflicts. From the tribal councils of ancient communities to the sprawling bureaucracies of modern nation-states, politics has evolved alongside humanity’s capacity to organize and govern itself. Today, it is an intricate tapestry woven from historical traditions, technological advancements, and global interconnectedness, shaping the lives of billions in ways both subtle and profound. The political landscape is more dynamic than ever, with social media amplifying voices, artificial intelligence influencing decision-making, and climate crises demanding unprecedented cooperation. Understanding politics today requires not just a look at its present state but a deep dive into its past and a forward glance at its potential. This exploration aims to illuminate how politics, as both a practice and a concept, continues to define who we are a...