On the Presidential front, The Great Silent One continues in his inscrutable ways, his wonders not to perform. Perhaps he believes that politics, like poetry, ‘ is the opening and closing of a door, leaving those who look through to guess at what is seen during a moment,' for he merely peeks out, announces his marital status, and, not noticing the bullets whizzing practically past his nose, goes back inside and closes the door, to our Statehouse.
Was that a metaphor for the state of our country, or a mime?
Wambui Mwangi has a piece so rich it resists easy summary. I'll let you see for yourself.
