The firing of the entire Cabinet with a single stroke of the pen has been described as a bold move by the President. Some have even said they saw the weight of this moment pushing down on his shoulders as he walked back to solitude after the humbling announcement. Well, the sun rose on this day when the Finance Bill was still in Parliament but his deaf ears missed the rays of the moment.

Let’s step back and reflect on how this cabinet was formulated. These were simply political figure-heads. This cabinet was cobbled up from late coalitions that sought to form a majority in Parliament. Remember Mutua jumping Azimio’s ship Chap Chap na akaendelea to become a Cabinet Secretary? In the end, the key coalitions that were done in a hurry after the last elections were to make sure that the opposition doesn’t impeach Ruto as the first order of business of the new Parliament.

It’s no secret that most of them were no experts or thinkers on governance, economics, finance, healthcare or foreign policy; the sample skills that he needed to do what he promised to the two gendered tribes of his creation namely Mama Mboga and Boda Boda. (By the way, I have never understood how we dignify derogatory terms to describe the electorate. Imagine being called Mother of a Cabbage simply because that’s what you sell or get reduced to the tool you use for work. Such that, if you use a hammer to generate income then he calls you Nyundos. To the Political elites, perhaps it was a more dignified name than Thuraku (ants) from the previous President. But I digress!) Back to how his Cabinet was constituted.

Some had gotten to Cabinet because they had been on the campaign trenches to paint the nation yellow with UDA. We now know it was a reward to swim in opulence not to work for Kenya. A time to recoup what they had lost in funding his campaign both in cash and kind. Most importantly, they were here because they were important for 2027 Ruto’s re-election. Why, you ask? The appointments had covered all the tribal bases. They had a tribal and regional balance: The calculus that has always informed the shallow political amalgamation devoid of any political ideology. The old cards that were sure to secure a second-term and with a captive Parliament, perhaps even scrap term limits altogether.

In all this over-confidence baked in a man who seems to have gotten on an express elevator from chicken selling to the Presidency, he had it all figured-out. The script had worked many times and at different circumstances; why fix what’s not broken? At the base, the script was tribal given form by lofty lies sanitized into a manifesto. Manifestos that were designed to never manifest economic freedom. Where he promised more money in the pocket, he meant KRA pocket, not the hustler’s pocket. Alas! When reality hit the hustler with what the manifesto was actually supposed to manifest, it was the tax raids to fund unending foreign trips, renovate mansions and fund chase-cars chasing per diem in Five-Star Hotels that opened his eyes.

In these raids, the Hustler’s lost his Hustle. The Mother of Mboga lost all her children starting with Mboga himself then Saumu and finally Sukuma Wiki soon after Ruto’s inauguration. Six months after, Boda Boda stalled on the road with an empty tank and had to push his bike to refuel with all the money he had made on that trip. But these parents given derogatory names by the political elites had real children away from Mboga. With painful blood and dawn sweat they managed to educate their sons and daughters ready for the job market. But instead of creating jobs for them here at home, Ruto wanted them to go abroad, not for themselves, but so that he can make the shilling stronger when they send money back home from slave wages. The advice of ambassadors from declining countries that refused to have children that were dispatched to look for indentured laborers in Africa starting with Kenya. As in, Kwanza Kenya. But someone armed with a phone was silently watching.

Behold a woke generation. Here enters Gen-Z! They demanded what was rightfully theirs and ours, their toe-the-line parents. They ran towards the bullet armed only with the Kenyan flags. More than 41 were killed in cold blood and hundreds were critically injured or facing life with government-induced permanent disability. But they were determined to die standing up for their rights than live on their knees. Uncowed by death, the tables quickly turned. The holder of the machine gun and the sprayer of bullets on his children was abruptly powerless. Tanks and boots could not scare them. The writing clearly was on the wall. But grandstanding and threats was the response from the deaf and the blind.

In the end, they didn’t just occupy Parliament, they occupy everywhere now. They occupy Cabinet, they occupy Opposition, they occupy Counties, they occupy Ministries, they occupy Church, they occupy Media. They now squarely Occupy Kenya, Period! A woke generation that forms majority of the Kenyan population is basically Kenya.

So when President Ruto fired his entire Cabinet yesterday, it was not courage or boldness that informed him. It was conniving calculus and cunning algebra. It’s a scale that dropped off his eyes. He simply realized that his entanglement with the Cabinet was based on tribal alliances. Tribal pacts designed to rule until 2092 according to an edict from his mentor Moi. It suddenly dawned on him that Gen-Z was tribeless.

“Eureka!”, Ruto must have said when this sunk in. To survive until 2027, he did not need tribal alliances anymore. To be re-elected in 2027, tribeless Gen-Z will be calling the shots. With that, the Cabinet’s goose was cooked. They too would smell the exhaust gases under the bus just like the yes men of Finance Bill led by Delegate Ichung’wa. In a selfish act of self-preservation, they all instantly became dispensable, disposable even. After all, this was a marriage of convenience not ideology or vision and the winter had seemingly passed. The abrupt summer was pregnant with vague promise. Just like that, Ruto’s started his courtship with the Tribeless, by firing the Tribed. But one has to ask, can the Tribed lead the Tribeless? Can the past lead the future? Behold, a transitional government; from the Tribed to the Tribeless.

Thus, the firing of Cabinet was not boldness, it was a man under siege from Gen-Z. He was not bold, he was simply reading a script forcibly written for him by Gen-Z. Had he been bold, he would not have waited for a generational crisis to push him to do what was right, to do what was expected. He would have fired those embroiled in corruption but he continued to work with them by telling us that Parliament had spoken. That it was Parliament in its wisdom that refused to impeach the impeachable. But the President was evidently both the Executive and Parliament. Such that, when the captured Parliament spoke, it was his unmistakable yellow-voice we heard and not the hustler’s. Infact, Parliament was so blind, it’s majority went to make announcements in State House under his overshadowing presence.

Mr. President, cunning will not work this time. You are under a generational microscope. The grip you had on Parliament is now hot air. Kenya Kwanza’s majority is volatile. Even the whipper will not be whipped no more. The men you just showed the door have influence in Parliament. Behold your new opposition! But more importantly, Parliament is now in the hands of the electorate. Precisely, that power is in the hands of Gen-Z. The power to actually impeach you. If you doubt me, have you heard of the new checks and balances in town? I have heard that Gen-Z have ‘Honorable Greetings‘: their swift willingness to recall their Delegates wrongly called MPs if he aligns with local or international oppressors.

You therefore have no wiggle room. I am duty bound to inform you that 2027 might not be your constitutional sunset. The men who think you threw them under the bus in both Parliament and Cabinet can bring your sunset sooner, constitutionally. If you do not act swiftly as demanded by Gen-Z to simply follow the law and the constitution to rebirth this economy to create jobs and opportunities here in Kenya, numbers able to impeach you will swell and your conniving moves will have connived you instead.

You have a sublimate clean slate, use it to act not lie. To find swift solution not empty promises. Going forward, please stop talking of achievements. Your achievements that you outlined yesterday are entirely statistical; inflation is the lowest you say, but Kenyans can’t put any food on the table. You have employed 150,000 mjei laborers out of 20 million unemployed graduates. That is, 0.75 percent is what you have achieved in almost two years. Your achievements are a misty drop in an ocean of misery.

The proud have no ears, gravitational pull from their high horse is their destiny. Reclaim your ears, act not connive!

Written by Robert Mwangi, MBA
Author of President’s Advisor,
Money Circles, Five Fingers
& Dollar Altar. He also composed Ziba Ufa and Bururi Mwonju.
www.FiveFingersNow.com