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September 21, 2018

For the love of bacon? I think not!

Protestors parade pigs and pig's blood as they participate in a demonstration against lawmakers' salary demands outside parliament buildings in the capital Nairobi, May 14, 2013. Kenyan police in riot gear fired teargas and water cannons on Tuesday to disperse about 200 protesters gathered outside parliament to demonstrate against lawmakers' salary demands. The words written on the pigs are the names of the legislators. REUTERS/Thomas Mukoya
Protestors parade pigs and pig's blood as they participate in a demonstration against lawmakers' salary demands outside parliament buildings in the capital Nairobi, May 14, 2013. Kenyan police in riot gear fired teargas and water cannons on Tuesday to disperse about 200 protesters gathered outside parliament to demonstrate against lawmakers' salary demands. The words written on the pigs are the names of the legislators. REUTERS/Thomas Mukoya

On Tuesday, we saw some Kenyans come together for a cause dubbed Occupy Parliament. They were trying to protest against the pay rise that our brand new MPs are trying to award themselves and they haven’t even been in office for a hundred days.

Social media was abuzz, and by the time I caught up with the news on TV, I saw pigs (no, not the MPs) squealing away and covered with what seemed like blood. My first thought was that the protesters had gone a bit too far with this stunt. Were they slaughtering pigs in the middle of town just to make a point to the Mps?

That’s when social media went ablaze with opinions, support, disgust, anger and just about every other emotion that could be tied to this saga. Animal activists were screaming their heads off, armchair philosophers were condemning those who braved the wrath of police and others just sat back to watch the drama unfold.

What upsets me, and a whole lot of Kenyans, is that these MPs who just got into office are screaming their heads off for a pay rise. I mean what exactly is it that they do that they want to paid exorbitant amounts of money? They apparently earn more than some of their Western counterparts, drive lovely cars, have their children in the best private schools in Kenya and abroad, have expenses paid for from fuel to even the meals they eat and yet they ask for more?

I just tried to imagine myself walking into Patrick Quarcoo’s office within my first month at Radio Africa, demanding a bigger salary and could only imagine him asking me, “What have you done to deserve it, something that isn’t already in your contract that you’re being paid for?”

Pay attention you vote-beggars! Have you no shame at all? Of course this is a rhetoric question. If anyone ever wants to demean themselves, I reckon the best occupation would be to become a politician because something happens to these peoples’ intentions of ever doing any good and they suddenly get taken over by nonsensical behaviour.

This is evident in the August House as many are asleep, not meeting quorum and not visiting their constituencies.

Mr President, I’m looking at you now. This is your chance to prove to us Kenyans that we are not in the wrong hands. Help us. Don’t let us get beaten up if we peacefully protest. If your team mates are disgusted at the sight of blood splattered across the streets outside Parliament, it means they have no clue what else is going in this country; Bungoma for example. Enough said.

We deserve a break. We deserve to spend our salaries on our children, this country’s future and not these looters who rob us left, right and centre when it pleases them. Our integrity is being raped by these people, and I’m getting fed up of everything. I’d dabbled with the idea of getting into politics but I’d rather not. No thank you. You promised change but haven’t delivered it. I’m heartbroken that I put my trust in you and your so-called team mates.

Also, Tuesday was one horrible game of Angry Birds. The poor little piggies suffered a lot.

You Mps have occupied my bank account. I’m so not amused.  Nkt.

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