It is that time of the year when people are wishing each other a happy New Year, even when deep down inside they do not want the so-called friends to be happy. People are still happy, supposedly, and the Mercedes Benz of invectives are still not being hurled as they should, or as they are always done. Of course, there have been a few her and there, but considering what usually happens, those are mild.
A few weeks ago, or is it a month ago, I forget, people who swear by the Gods of Gatundu were at their wits end that the Presidency had been insulted and they wanted all sorts of apologies from Adonija to Zaccheus, Lwanda Magere to Ramogi and anyone, and anything, dead or alive, whose name starts with the letter O.
Of course the Presidency must be respected, and the Presidency has a constitutional duty not to respect anyone, or anything, just like all princes of yore and must hurl insults from everywhere in Kenya, be it Central or Central, after all, that is where the Son rises from, and sets at and that is the whole country.
Even though the Presidency has to be respected, nay, feared, and the Presidency itself has a constitutional right to disrespect everyone, and everything, including cane farmers who are not entitled to any free cash in the form of a bailout out or waivers even when they are dying under a surfeit of loans and imported sugar, the Presidency cannot escape blame for the insults thrown its way.
You see, absence makes the heart grow fonder and several months ago, the Presidency earned a lot of respect because the Presidency only used to visit Kenya, make stop overs or layovers while killing time for the plane to be cleaned or while waiting for hordes of welcoming parties and those whose job description is saying bye, to change their suits.
Save for a few disgruntled youth who think with their fingers and were going atwitter over the visiting Presidency, everybody in the country, all the way from Parliament Buildings to Gatundu, and in every pub where Jameson is the drink of choice between Harambee Avenue and Central, were an elated lot because goodies were flowing their way.
Also, dollars and Renmibi were flooding the country because every other foreign dignitary had made Kenya the destination of choice and given a much-needed boost to the tourism industry which requires much more than a well-lit convention centre to thrive.
There was a time when the Presidency was in every capital city, convincing world leaders to support a Kenyan for some post in a continental body whose import everyone talks about but whose achievements are yet to be known because it maintains a studious silence when some leaders are slaughtering their own people.
Of late though, Kenyans are tired of the Presidency which is all over the place launching each and everything, from toilets as we saw the other day in Machakos County to political parties to Christmas lights, footpaths to footbridges, pathways to highways which in essence are just wide roads on which narrow minds drive as if they are possessed with the spirits of the freedom fighters who some historians claim were just a bunch of folk who were fighting for their land only to end up us squatters after those who had been described as second gods came out of jail and took it all.
When there is nothing to launch, the Presidency has been busy relaunching any tangible stuff that had been launched and relaunched. We saw that with Panpaper Mills in Western Kenya.
In between, he blames foreign entities for educating Kenyans who otherwise understand that they have only one enemy in the form of an engineer who they have to demonise at every instance as if they will be irrelevant if they fail to do so.
As a matter of fact, it is not easy to disrespect something, or somebody you cannot see, or that you just hear about. Also, Kenyans in particular, and Africans in general love and respect visitors, so much so that they do all that is within their powers to make them comfortable.
The Presidency has been around for far too long and that is why there is increased disrespect. It is high time the world tour was reinstated without as much as thinking about the amounts of money involved because even when the Presidency is around, tens of billions still continue to disappear in thin air — or get carted away in sacks by hairdressers whose bosses swear they have never seen or met.