A few weeks ago, it was practically inconceivable that anyone would tinker with ‘Murima’ – the internet’s cheeky moniker for the Mt. Kenya region, the political base of Deputy President Rigathi Gachagua.[…]CLICK HERE TO READ THE FULL ARTICLE▶
For over three months now, Kenyans had been issued stern warnings on how to treat ‘Murima’ and how to approach the matter – do all you can, try all you can, but don’t you ever dare meddle with the hallowed affairs of the Mountain dwellers.
These edicts were issued, and not so discreetly, by Deputy President Rigathi Gachagua, who, in no uncertain terms, warned his political adversaries to approach the ‘Murima’ with caution, lest an unnamed political catastrophe befell them.
Not one to prevaricate, Gachagua made his warnings in broad daylight… in churches, in funerals, at roadside gatherings, heck, even at official openings of governmental institutions.
Having anointed himself Murima’s messiah, Gachagua took it upon himself to carry all any burden pertaining to the ‘Mountain’ even, rather comically sometimes, physically appearing around the Mount Kenya pathways, walking around, praying, surveying the areas and, maybe, tapping into the infinite powers of the Mountain gods – arms in the air.
Sometimes, he would disappear for seven days, immersing himself inside the sacred Mount Kenya thickets, touching no food and no drink, deeply conversing with the powers who ruled the mountain caves.
“I had taken seven days away for prayers and fasting, for reflection and meditation in the heart of Mt.Kenya forest,” he would tell mourners at the funeral of his former teacher, Kano Ndumbi.
Slowly, he had fashioned himself into the King of the Mountain; the incontestable defender of the Mount Kenya region and the number one agitator of Murima matters – social, economic and political.
He would rush to solve their coffee concerns, throw himself into the illicit brew menace, dash over to save them from riverside evictions, install himself as the savour of Marigiti traders and even call for more budgetary allocations to them, due to their enormous sizes of their constituencies.
But it appears, even with the stern warnings and the stringent injunctions, some people still felt unshaken by the roadside decrees, instead, keeping up their plots and pushing through with their audacious attempts to breach the Mountain and run its King out of town.
As he shuttled from one corner of Murima to the other, making pitiful pleas in churches and delivering impassioned funeral speeches, his foes were on the other side of town, learning a few tricks on how to infiltrate the Mountain, which side to enter from, how to attack and how to, ultimately, reach the King’s throne.
And even though he carried with him some subservient sergeants, mostly drawn from the Mountain and ready to die for their King, Gachagua, Murima’s Messiah, did not bring along as many soldiers as was required and soon his monarchy would be rattled and he would, alongside his wretched gang of combatants, be kicked out of town – and in the full glare of the town’s dwellers.
What began as hushed murmurs would soon evolve into emboldened calls for the King’s putsch – the shadowy fellows who had been encroaching on Murima now started showing their faces, brazenly and in flagrant dares and stares.
It was showtime… And even the King of Murima knew this was it.
Cornered and with a punctured ego, the King rushed to address his Kingdom on Live TV, bringing along bundles upon bundles of evidence meant to cleanse him and scatter the onslaught…
But even after a three-hour treatise, broadcast to millions, in a flowery language and an impeccable presentation, still, the devious plan to annex Murima appeared unstoppable.
And then the day came… The King of the Mountain was summoned to the chamber of mongrels. They had already planned to munch him for dinner, and nothing he said, or did, would ease their avaricious appetites.
In just five hours, five deathly hours, the beasts showed their fangs and flashed their claws… It was time to not just touch ‘Murima’ but also topple the King.
By 9 pm, Wednesday night, the dares, the warnings and the edicts had been ignored. Murima had ultimately been touched and the protector of the Mountain had been hounded out of town… In a consummate chess game never been seen before in the Kenyan political sphere.
Murima Imeguswa… But, what, pray, will be the consequences…CLICK HERE TO READ MORE ARTICLES>>>
