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Go, Ruto Go

Go, Ruto Go

 

By: Philemon Ngeno

 

Published by WSIC EBooks Ltd.

 

Copyright January 7, 2016 by WSIC Ebooks Ltd.

 

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Dedication

This song is dedicated to William Ruto the deputy president of the republic of Kenya. He eyes the seat of president in the 2022 general elections.

I sing a song to Ruto;

Urging him, impelling him to soldier on for the top job. I say it’s now or never. Though the terrain is tough and the thicket is thick never, never, never give up. Chance favors the prepared mind. Good things happen to those who wait.

Yet my dramatist friend says:

Are thou of Churchillian decent? Are thou of Pasteuric origin? Are thou of Abrahamic faith? You speak as though you have been there before, as though you stand on a high pedestal patting the back of your lad, urging him to run on, run, run.

And I reply:

Never despise the stature of your fellow man. My weakness today is my strength tomorrow. My present weakness serves the noble duty of uplifting others. There is a genius in every man waiting to grow, waiting to grow, at the opportune time. If only you conscientiously awaken it.

Yet my dramatist friend says:

Is Ruto genius?

The Achilles heel is in each one of us. His sprint to the lake accords him a limp.

From the highlands to the lake,

Returning with a herd is no mean feat for the impatient man. Milk in the evening calcifies the bones of his limbs, as he prepares for a trek and a wrestle tomorrow. Who knows what is at stake?

So I sing:

Achilles heel or no Achilles heel, genius or no genius all men are equal. All men are human. Is my brother infallible? No. Is my brother imperfect? No. Live your best life now and you will never regret. Fly to the seashore and drink coconut oil. Return to the mountain and pitch a tent. It is when atop the mountain that you meet God.

Yet my dramatist friend says:

Must I face the mountain? Is the God of Moses still there? It is written ‘Emmanuel- God with us’. Need I say more? The fool is told He is here, and he runs amok. My foundation is firmly rooted, I will not be moved.

So I say:

Come down from your lofty vantage point and dwell with humans. Farm with those who farm, fish with those who fish, shepherd with those who shepherd, legislate with those who legislate, render your civil duties- the nation is you and me. Go! Ruto, Go!

Yet my dramatist friend says:

You are guilty of intellectual fraud. You think I am not fully integrated in the society. Implicitly you brand me a hermit, even the monk became a pope.

So I sing:

That’s in the realm of passive creativity, my friend. It merits no award. Those who sweat earn their bread. Success belongs to the strong-willed. My brother is one such strong-willed, gallant man.

This and a knack of mobilization afford him a wining combination. That enables him to be in constant touch with his people.

Yet my dramatist friend sings:

The closest friend hurts more. The closer the friendship the stronger the friction at tough times. Hence the greater the possibility of an eruption. The world is watching!

So I sing:

Even when the world is not watching, I act responsibly. What shows my maturity? The prudent man maintains his integrity even in secrecy. That’s the litmus test for every person where probity is concerned.

Yet my dramatist friend says:

The prefect issues an injunction. Checks and balances are in place. History haunts the future.

Your highly cherished venture is at stake, at the mercy of a cynical prefect!

So I say:

The optimist hopes against hope.

He never despairs even in the face of adversity and certain defeat. Survivors know when their problems will end. Man’s resilience surfaces in travails. I bet you can pin- point and affirm: this man is truly resilient:

Go, my brother go!

Yet my dramatist friend says:

You seem to imply resilience is based on one’s track. That the one you dote on was a political activist. What if he was in obscurity? What if he goes off course? Would you keep flinging fulsome praises at him?

So I say:

‘Political activist’ that’s pure, mere tautology! Activist suffices. Consistency breeds credibility. Let the track record speak for him. Go, my brother go!

Yet my dramatist friend sings:

I confirm you are given to hero worship. You stand on the faulty premise that there is a self-made man, yet no man is an island. Your presupposition is that all education is personal development.

So I sing:

There is really no one best way of leading. Contingency is predicated upon situations within and without. To lead is to learn, to learn is to grow.

Yet my dramatist friend says:

The one you dote on arrogates himself the noble task of leading the highlands and the plateaus. Contingency looms only as an outgrowth of happenstance.

So I say:

You pessimist! Give credit where it is due. Fail to distinguish between pride and tact and you are misguided. Go, my brother go!

The End

By Philemon Ngeno, author of ‘Centre of Attention and The Power Surge’, ‘Nobel Prize Winner’, and ‘Lessons and Tests in Life’ available on www.wsicebooks.com, www.google.com and on www.Shakespir.com.


Go, Ruto Go

  • ISBN: 9781772610260
  • Author: WSIC EBooks Ltd.
  • Published: 2016-01-07 21:05:06
  • Words: 987
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