Thursday, August 17, 2017

Feminism in Kenyan Christian political theology

We began building the concept of Christian Political theology. This concept is important because it lays the foundation for born again Christians to fully engage in politics at all levels of governance. (The assumption is that Christians still are afraid in embracing politics as part of our God given divine mandate on earth. I believe this is a hangover of 'this is not our home, we are just passing by, have nothing to do with it' philosophy, which has effectively been debunked.)
We dealt with the concept of God as the source of our political opinions and man as the object of these opinions. We did say that the welfare of man and his environment is the object of this theology.
Let us go further into the concept of man and delineate the genders. It is evident we have a lot of work to do to bring in the woman fully into the political life of Kenya. Last week, Kenya got three women governors. This was a great step forward. We would like to see a situation where women engage in competitive politics as equals with men and where their chances are equal to men. (For the sake of clarity, let us make it clear man and woman are different in terms of their sexual composition and function.) KTN ran a documentary entitled 'against the grain' where women detailed the sexually explicit harassment meted against them. It is clear that though we say we want the advancement of women, in actual fact the big men are at the center of oppressing women. Millie Odhiambo Mabona's testimony at the hands of male parliamentarians attests to this. There is a lot of cataloged testimony of women who have tried to advance in politics but they have been intimidated by the androcentric nature of our politics. (Sophia Abdi Noor's win in a strongly patristic area as Ijara shows that there is still hope for more women to be elected in other competitive seats outside of the County Women Reps.)
Christian Political ideology incorporates scriptural feminist theology. We believe that man and woman were created equal and given a divine mandate over creation equally. Sexual construction in no way is a factor for preference of the male over the female.
In fact, gender difference is another reason why women ought to be fully involved in politics. Since man (as a term for both male and female) was created in God's image, the fact that God further made a distinction between the male and female proves that the two are the fullest representation of God's image. Without a woman, the world would be dystopian. A woman in her physical and psychological makeup fully represents God's image as much as a man does in his entire construction.
To discriminate a woman because of her figure and accoutrements is to malign and dishonor the image of God. (In fact, it is an attempt to attack God.) This applies to those who issue sexually suggestive threats, intimidate women by their bigger and stronger physical stature and deride women's delicate emotional nature. All forms of sexually explicit and implicit violence against women(again Millie Adhiambo Mabona serves as a sad example) is not in any way Christian Political Theology.
At this point, congratulations are in order for the three women governors (H.E Charity, H.E Laboso and H.E Waiguru), and 22 women MP's elected to the National Assembly (begining with Millie Grace Akoth Odhiambo Mabona, MP elect for Suba North) as wel as the 2 senators, Isiolo's Dulla Fatuma Adan and Nakuru's Susan Wakarura Kihika.
In Christian Political Theology, women are indispensable if we are to execute God's mandate of redemption of our political culture in Kenya.


Tuesday, August 8, 2017

Kenya coming to birth.

I woke up this morning to the whole street freshly plastered with a candidates campaign posters. Most are red and the road looks like a sea. (Was this the parable spoken before by the fathers?) These guys were obviously illegally busy last night. Dirty tricks! Anyway, today is the beginning of the next four weeks.
My wife Gakii Njeru made me a sumptuous breakfast of 2 sausages, bacon, bread and 2 cups of tea - 6 pieces. ðŸ˜‹
I battled the chill and was surprisingly welcomed to seemingly empty school. In 2013, the male and female lines spilled over in different directions into the estate for several kilometers. Not this time. I checked my voting details and as usual, station 1. This can be really slow. 
There will never lack drama especially when you are in the same line for four hours. The usual mumbling about the slow movement. (Someone will not get my vote. I cannot ng'ang'ana for four hours then vote for just some uncouth fellow who feels it his/her right to be voted for).
Some shouts at the head of the line. A bunch of women, various stages of pregnancy, others with startled babies strapped on their backs pleading maternal considerations. Wait! One baby goes to nursery school with my son! (Is it possible rigging begins in the womb?) Some sleepy, freezing, 'non-conjugated' fellows stammer weak protests. Well, the women vote but along with the electoral manicure, the babies also get a 'Hindu' mark. Common sense it seems. 
Finally, after 3 hours, I get to put my right foot on the stair to the room. Huge relief, but there are some 7 people ahead. Each takes about 5 - 7 minutes. Two or three other mothers implead maternal considerations. 
She sits there, all black and sleek. Her eye blinking a romantic red to me. 
'Come on,' She says.
I finally present my precious right index finger to KIEMS for scanning. KIEMS tells me 'you have a beautiful print.' 
'Wait until you scan the other nine.'
I tell her, 'let's make another date Tuesday, 9th Aug 2022'
'Chao amore' KIEMS logs out of my account.
Ballots. A real anti climax. Why should we spend some KSh 50 billion for this ordinary paper than can be printed in Kirinyaga Road? Becuase there is a shortage of trust. In fact, it is so ordinary, one of the MCA aspirants is missing a tooth. In fact, if you count the cost per voter, this election is costing almost Ksh 2,600 per voter.
Let's vote. MP, mmh...MCA...yup...senator...S3..governor...Sonko...President...obvious! 
Now the county woman rep. This is a cliff hanger. 1st question. The Constitution is clear about the spirit of this seat. But as a man with a vote which adds no value to me, shouldn't the constitution be willing to listen to my request of fairer representation? It feels like I am being punished for being a man. Second question. Must the county women rep be a woman? (I know what the Constitution says, but the law can be dumb too. There are men who represent women's rights effectively on a daily basis.) So I decide to make a clear statement...I won't vote!
Phew! Four years of politics resolved in five minutes. I head for the legal manicure. I take my ID and that's that. 
It is 12:54 pm. Half the day is gone.

Sunday, July 9, 2017

The big man, the servant leader and Kenyan elections 2017

Kenya is in a political season. Over the next 30 days (and beyond) we will be subjected to high drama, rhetoric, and political shenanigans. But the consistent image we will get of politicians is the big man (benefactor, master and Lord). This is the Modus Operandi of the campaign season.
Let me sketch out a picture. The location is picked out by 'political strategists'. It is bedecked in the party colors. Massive sound systems are rigged to the grandiose stage (where the candidate will ascend as on to 'his' throne). The candidate will ride in with a motorcade comprising juggernauts sitting atop. Each vehicle follows the other in order of rank. Wearing matching party clothes with the candidates name imprinted on the chest, he will address the awed masses in party T-shirts, capes and waving banners with short, chilling messages. The TV cameras will cover every angle, including the sky cam, which will from time to time descend from heaven as if bringing the candidates crown. The masses waving their hands, recording the events on smartphones, are enthralled with the presence of 'their big man'. Never mind that in quieter days, the location hosts thoroughly bored village boys herding their ruminants, and exchanging tales of the destination of every passing vehicle. (In the city, it is tales of English Premier League and La Liga, as well the next hustle.
After lots of 'brah, brah, brah', (I will do this, I will do that, I will get rid of this, I will start that, you will give me your vote) the candidate, with irrelevant songs, will confidently get into his battle truck, sit atop the sliding roof (with his hanger's on) and move on to the next territory. Everybody will disperse in the belief that God has visited 'us', and we have served Him.
Contrast with this picture. In the ancient city, a Man and His 12 followers go into an upper room. (It is the most important night in their nation's calender.) There, a lavish buffet has been laid. The friends partake of the meal. The centre of attention is always the Man who never lets His loving gaze wonder from His 12 friends. One of them, behaving strangely, suddenly gets up and after a brief, puzzling conversation with the Man, leaves. No one notices anything out of the ordinary. (The brother who has left is the treasurer, and from time to time, he often undertakes money related assignments).
The Man then gets up, and ever smiling, lays aside His expensive seamless robe. Like a servant, He ties a towel around His waist, takes a bowl and jar of water and begins the menial task of washing the 11 men's dirty feet. (In this part of the world, at this harvest season, it is hot and dusty. Everyone has dirty feet from plodding all over). One disciple shoots up and says "never shall you wash my feet". The Man trying to wash his headstrong disciple's feet tells him "if I do not wash you, you have no part with Me." Knowing his Lord, the disciple replies penitently "Lord, not my feet only, but also my hands and my head." The Man Jesus then made a shocking statement that is relevant to this campaign season, " 'Do you understand what I have done for you?' he asked them. 'You call me ‘Teacher’ and ‘Lord,’ and rightly so, for that is what I am. Now that I, your Lord and Teacher, have washed your feet, you also should wash one another’s feet. I have set you an example that you should do as I have done for you." (John 13:12-15)
Jesus Christ, the Man re-instituted the principle of servant leadership and removed the big man mentality.
Since 8th August, we have been captured by men and women who have been trying to manipulate us, threaten us with all manner of tantrums. We voted for leaders to serve us and now they tell us we don't know what we want. In 2018, ignore their foolishness and remind them we are still the bosses. Participate in every constitutionally available process of civic participation and refuse to let you voice be stilled. A Happy, wonderful 2018 to you all.

Thursday, June 22, 2017

How To Alight From A Matatu



If you live in Nairobi, then you know that matatus are the most important mode of transport. However, they are not the best form since matatus are unregulated and undisciplined. Matatus are always in a rush, breaking traffic laws and increasing fares whenever it rains. Therefore, it takes courage to travel in matatus and especially if you are a lady. Many times, getting into or alighting from matatus requires extensive acrobatic skills so as to avoid injury. Precise calculation is required for this simple feat. Since most matatus are still in motion although passengers are disembarking, it is important for ladies to know how to alight from moving matatus.
Firstly, early in the morning after getting dressed, take stock of your life. A simple fall could cost you your life. Matatus are notorious for going beyond your stage; they may suffer from an undiagnosed form of recurring temporary deafness. In order to stop them, your skills must include the ability to shout at the top of your voice, whistle like village herder and cause a commotion in matatus. Practice vocal exercise to enlarge your lung capacity in order to shout above 3,000 watt sound systems in matatus. Additionally, shouting the right words is critical. We recommend words like “driver, stop!”, “stop this matatu!” and a continuous “wewee, weweee!” (Secret research shows that when you shout “bed bugs!”, it will cause instant commotion and empty a packed matatu.) Feel free to create your own original phrases. Banging on the door with your open palm is a technique borrowed from matatu conductors, and it is an additional technique to employ. However, this technique can cause hardened palms. Therefore, dermatologists recommend oiling your palms with Vaseline twice a day to maintain petal softness.
Secondly, try to leave home early to avoid competing matatus. In case you leave during the rush hour, check your shoes by jumping up and down to test whether they are genuine or cheap Chinese knock offs. A broken heel will cause you to walk like you have one foot in the gutter. When you get to the matatu stage, frantically wave your hands, jumping up and down at an oncoming matatu. (The rush hour is not the time to stretch out your beautifully manicured hand). Matatus are rough beasts! A word of caution; do not assume that there is a red carpet laid out for you to catwalk into the beast. Instead dig your left heel into the ground, then stretch your left hand out (imagine the matatu as a flying sausage), lean slightly to your left and lift right leg slowly timing the matatus arrival. Grab the hand rail at the door and jump into the matatu with your right leg first. Once safely inside, take a deep breath and thank God for His mercy. Please take a seat and remember, always smile.
Thirdly, after enduring the rough ride to your destination, it is important to begin planning the disembarking process. While the matatu is one kilometer to your destination, get up and calmly walk to the door of the matatu. Remember the vocal exercises, choice words and banging the door? Keep them circulating in your forehead. At any time, the conductor – depending on how low his trousers are sagging - may announce that Pangani, Ngara and Moi Avenue stages ‘ni moja’. Also, ladies, please ignore the flirty remarks from the conductor.  Do not smile. As the matatu begins to slow down, make sure you are the first at the door. Hold the door with your right hand. Dig your right heel into the matatu floor, lean slightly to your left and lift your left leg slowly. If in your judgement the matatu has slowed down to a safe speed, jump out with your left leg first and start jogging as soon as it hits the ground. While jogging, check both your left and right sides to make sure that you are not running in the middle of the road. Once on the pavement, straighten your clothes and prim your hair – this whole process has been proven to rotate weaves. Remember, please smile. (At least you did not have to somersault today.)
The ordinary Nairobian lady has been refined by matatu transport to be a gladiator. She needs combat skills to get to work, school and church. Vocal abilities, whistling skills and gymnastic abilities help in ensuring a good start to a great day. These skills also enhance her attractiveness. By now, you already know the golden rule; please smile. (You still have to go back home in the evening.)