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THE VIEW FROM MY WINDOW

Harambe Avenue seems to be an  the avenue along which power resides.I would call it the Power Corridor or may be Power Avenue was I to re-name it .I mean, most high ranking and even the highest state offices will be found along this avenue.

So the view from my window looks something  like, the Treasury, the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, Ministry for Higher Education Office of the Deputy President, Office of the President...a kind of 'the pentagon's west wing, east wing,south wing...view. As you would imagine this is a street not accustomed to  to much hooting or even noise of any kind. As you would be aware, state building is serious business.

This view from my window has however changed. There is a new addition...The current level of instability in the country has changed this street from a power corridor to a rioting corridor. Week after week , disgruntled citizenry will be seen raising their banner us and chanting the all familiar.."haki  yetu!" (our right) mantra.


Yes, you got it! State building is difficult. Dividing the national cake is not like your usual division of cake in a wedding or a birthday function.In a wedding function, if people do not get the cake , if the cake is not enough, they will never complain...or, the newly weds will not catch a wind of it even if it happens.Not so with the national cake! Every body must have a piece!


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