Suppose there was a Nation of Hyenas. I am tempted to name that country Kyena for obvious reasons but for consistency let’s call it Hyenia. The citizens of Hyenia are obviously Hyenas. When Hyenas go to election they would not elect zebras or lions for those are not citizens recognized by law to represent fellow Hyenas. So to fulfill their compositional architecture, they elect fellow Hyenas to lead them. In Hyenia, the best of Hyenas become Heros in their profession. Politicians here become members of the Honorable House of Hyenas; Hyena House if you’d like. The Most Excellent of them all in Hyenia is addressed as His Excellency. But true to contrarion morals, the greediest here is the most successful. What is honorable among them is inherently dishonorable. But this is Hyenia; Hyena Nation!

Here comes a bitter pill to swallow, all of us are the same in Kenya. This is not an attempt to justify the current failed leadership but an attempt to understand the etiology of our perennial problems and to find a curative prescription. It’s to find the root-cause of our failed state with the aim of rehabilitation. Let me say it again for emphasis, we are all the same in this nation.

We mistreat our house-helps. We demean our farm managers. We disrespect our employees. We push Bodas off the road in our arrogant road rage aboard our V8s. We don’t pay our workers on time. They go for months without pay while we drive around in gas guzzlers. They live in shanty houses next to our stately mansions and we think it’s their right to be poor even when we can pay them better to improve to their conditions. This is the state of Hyenia Nation. It’s volunteer ushers who sleep hungry but collect offerings to nourish the pot-bellied clergy. It’s the employee in a blue-chip company making billions a day who lives in the slum. It’s companies posting on social media donating a single meal to the poor instead of liberating them with productive skills. But we’re a free market you say! A free market to enslave the worker, I ask? What is the misnomer for what is truly enslaving market?

Back to the house, we have detached rooms in our houses we call Servant Quarters. Think about that for a moment, we essentially call our house managers, ‘servants’ and treat them like slaves. In most homes, the house-help is not allowed to eat the same meal as the family for whom she cooks. She is allowed in the living room only when she is cleaning. In most houses, the house-help is actually underage working for people who could take the child back to school effortlessly. This is our nation Hyenia, my fellow citizens.

Hyenism does end there. Our mortuaries are better looking than our hospitals. Our doctors treat us with arrogance when we are most vulnerable as if medicine is the language of super-aliens. They put tubes in every hole when we are on our deathbeds to milk the last coin from our devastated families even when it’s clear to them our end has come. They do unnecessary surgeries on us simply because they are saving for a luxury car.

Our hospitals smell with the stench of neglect but our morgues look like stately mansions. We bury the dead in designer suits after they die of hunger. We carry the dead in limousines to the grave who made their last journey alive to the hospital on a Boda Boda. So, when we look at others in every sphere and stratus in this country, we are really looking at ourselves. The man we want to reject is really ourselves. The door we want to break to crucify the man who is inside is actually a mirror right in front of us. This is a bitter syrup to swallow y’all. We are all citizens of Hyenia.

So when Gen-Z says #RutoMustGo, they mean more than the yellow clad man vacating the State House. When Raila came close to a handshake, they instantaneously said with a national megaphone, “you don’t represent us.” In other words, what they meant is that Raila to them is Ruto and he too must go. When the all-men political figureheads that seemed to conspire against the righteous movement soon after the signing of IEBC law, Gen Z said with the same megaphone, “none of you speak for us.” In them, Gen Z saw Ruto and the call RutoMustGo was accurately addressing them as it was addressing the man bearing the brand.

Gen Z is acutely aware that the current opposition was yesterday’s government: The men responsible for the odious debt that threatens to end our lives prematurely. The rulers who saw the throne as their birthright and the country’s treasury as their personal coffers. Thus, by electing Ruto as president, hustlers were rejecting the arrogant ruling class of the time. For in Ruto, they saw themselves, the man was only lucky amongst hustlers.

Unfortunately, and almost immediately after his swearing-in, Ruto turned out to be the proverbial Hyena in hustler’s clothes and hope for tomorrow was instantly lost. In that desperate moment, the hustler and his offspring (Gen Z) had no savior that could be found in the entire ruling class, both in government and opposition. Whenever they looked, they simply saw betrayers. For the redeemer of hustlers turned out to be the same as the people they dislodged from power. This doctrine of political and economic betrayal accompanied with constant lies about plans that are never actualized seems to define Ruto Doctrine or crystalizes it in what others have called Rutoism.

In other words, exhausted by the critical miscarriage of a generation hope, whenever Gen Z looked, they saw Ruto or more precisely Rutoism. In Church, they saw Rutoism in the clergy attires fastened by brown envelopes. In Parliament, they saw Rutoism packaged in arrogance and opulence. In the Opposition, they saw Rutoism in their conniving tongue and double speak that mirrored the man who has been called elsewhere Mtukufu Lies. Whenever they looked, there was not a genuine representative; the inevitable day dawned where the masses were compelled by hardship and hopelessness to represent themselves.

To exorcise Rutoism, they Occupied Parliament first. A question begs to be asked, why didn’t they occupy the State House first if it’s President Ruto they were simply after? They understood that even when Ruto was plagued by Rutoism (the lies, the arrogance, the double speak, the opulence, the deaf ears, the disrespect) the people’s representatives were in that very office to Check and Balance him. They were in Parliament to defend the people against Presidential dictatorship and Executive excesses. Sadly, their elected delegates wrongly called MPs had joined the President to enslave the masses with taxes. They had utterly and arrogantly failed in their most sacred and primary duty.

Instead of checking the president, they crafted laws to shackle the citizens forever. Laws meant to dispossess them. Laws meant to emasculate them for generations to come. Just like the last government (now in opposition) that stole our Seed Sovereignty, this one wanted to disinherit us from our lands in the name of climate change mitigation. Just like the last government that prohibited us by law from buying fresh milk two kilometers from where the cow was milked, this one wanted to import all our milk through FTA (Free Trade Agreement). In fact, this one was blindly collaborating with foreign ambassadors to kill farming altogether to allow multinationals to import our foods and make them GMOs. Just as the previous government that opened doors for enslaving imports, this one wanted to give all our hustles and trades to foreigners through e-commerce enabled by 25,000 free hotspots in crowded places. This is the anger that saw Parliament occupied; its Coats taken by arms of Gen Z and its Authority Insignia (mace) literally taken back to the Sovereign, We the People.

As many have said, even when Ruto has gone, whether it’s tomorrow or in 3 years, we will still say ‘RutoMustGo‘. To all arrogant employers, smell the coffee before you hear in your own language, ‘RutoMustGo‘ to your face. For security guard who has to salute his employer every morning to fulfill their servitude duty, they say in their hearts and soon to be loud perhaps with salamu, our ‘RutoMustGo‘. Everywhere in this Land, Rutoism must go!

In a country of Hyenas, behold a new generations rejecting Hyenaism. In a figure of speech, cows now reject all ticks, not just yellow ones. The host will not feed parasites any more. Thankfully, our Hyeinaism is not coded in our DNA but the moral code. That is, we are not inherently hyena but it’s the lessons we have taken since baby class, we must redeem ourselves. We can code a new code. All must look in the mirror and tell themselves first, “my own Rutoism must go”. But this personal reflection does not take away from the cause that seeks change in the current government but constitutionalism seeks order; prevention of degeneration to anarchy. In other words, this is a mirror in Hyenia!

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