THE GENESIS OF OKERI’S TROUBLES. by Obilo K'obilo

Somethings are better left unsaid. Somethings are better left controversial as they appear. Somethings are safer accommodated in obituaries than played in public gallery. This is an epitome of such that needs a mind with a penchant for constructive criticism to understand John B Rawls statement that; Justice is the first virtue of social institutions as truth is of systems of thought.

Sometimes during the electioneering period, one student (name withheld) stood his grounds in LT 3 demanding to know who was behind the campaign machinery of the then aspirant for the post of Secretary General Mr. Victor Okeri Orina. He asked something to the effect that the aspirant needs to clear the air whether he has been seeing the infamous entrepreneur synonymous with the exploitation in the campus Tuck shops.

‘Hooligans’—I included—shouted him down calling him unprintable names. Others even labeled him Domnic Karega's (the former MUSO Chair) project. Mr. Okeri Orina then pulled wool over eye on this one. He won the race almost in a landslide victorious nature.

During the vote counting exercise inside the Mess at Student Centre, a very peculiar incident occurred which escaped almost everybody's attention but not mine; some 'hooligans' in the name of Okeri's supporters engaged one Mr. Tom Kaudo in a knee-jerk spasms that borne loads of heat with little light; one notable sycophant in the group claimed that Okeri's victory was a painful lesson to Tom Kaudo alias TK whom he alleged to have marshaled support from his tribesman to dethrone Okeri from ascending to victory.

What really surprised me from this wild allegation was that I and Dikembe Disembe (TK's tribesmen) were Okeri's foot soldiers, the grounds men who kept vigilance to accord him victory were now being labeled shackles of tribal dinosaurs out to finish Okeri!

I bitterly recall an incident where a lady student in Hostel L told me to my face to wash for her pants to busy myself instead of wasting time campaigning for people who promise heaven but deliver hell! I swallowed that and kept the spirit.

Even before the ink they used to sign their victory forms dried up, a cycle of suspicion and discord engulfed the new born S.G.C. Mr. Mwamburi Mwang'ombe MUSO Chair, (it is rumored one director has always behaved like the bone fide chair) pulled the trigger; he posted something on his facebook wall to the effect that some directors were planning to ‘steal’ shops and chips cafés.

A scintilla of evidence in the chamber of public opinions had already played custodian to a ‘secret envelope’ containing the suspected directors who might had stolen the shops. This culminated to a tussle on the notice boards between the MUSO Chair and the Finance Director cancelling and reinstating the tendering process towards the end of the semester.

My good friend Okeri Orina decided to play the ‘watermelon’ in the whole scenario not knowing he was actually eating the bread of sorrow and drinking from the cup of affliction. It was then when comrades knew, for sure, who were in the envelope of tender grabbers.

Mr. Chair stole the show once again and played what Okeri Orina was meant to act; THE WHISTLE BLOWER. Okeri, the former Secretary General of The 3rd Eye—whom at that time I worked under— and a renowned writer, went ahead unperturbed courting troubles.

Politics became sweet and he forgot that the indecision reflected in his stand on the tendering process was catalyzing dissent and division amidst comrades especially those of us who sacrificed our studies to toil for a worthy course, which we thought he was an embodiment of, meant to change the way things are done at main campus.

What a big shock!