In My entire life,i have dedicated myself to make women happy.And i can pride myself that any female who has ever come into contacts with me have been truely blessed with the association.The only time i shed my tears is when i have offended one of these helpless souls.I feels guilty and wish if i can **** on my pants as a punishment.
But last night i cried,not because i have offended my female companion,but for seeing the Honourable Doctor Bishop Margaret Wanjiru The MP for Starehe crying in church.She was crying because our not so godly policemen were positioned at strategic places around Jiam,to nuke or instil fear to the former members of the proscribed Mungiki who have experienced a damascene conversion in days gone-by.
I shed not crocodile tears but because i couldnt bear the pain of seeing a beautiful preacher like her crying.There is nothing i hates like seeing a woman who has the same name as my mum crying,it kills my heart.
But next time,i meet The honourable member for starehe,i will ask her one question.And this is the question.
"Dear Bishop,when kenyans were being raped,killed,sodomised and churches were being burned in their thousands by the kalenjin militia,you never raised a finger nor did you shed a tear for that.Why now and whats the difference?"
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