Those that the gods want to destroy, they first make mad.
They rob them of their heirs and heiresses, casting their families into disorder and disgrace.
And so it has come to pass, as prophesied by none other than Guka that the Old Evil man of Lake Sango nears his end.
Raila Amolo Odinga, the Big Babuon himself, looks in the mirror and sees only decimation.
Allies are deserting him like rats a sinking ship. Not the Kisiis, the Luhyas (can you imagine no MP attended his meeting yesterday at a burial?), or the Coastals.
His own wife has left their Karen home “to be away from too much politics and to mourn my son, Fidel”.
The words of Miguna now come to pass; no sane person can be on the side of a dangerous psychotic megalomaniac like Babuon for ever.
Time also conspires against the Old Nightmare of Bondo. Born on January 7, 1945, it is obvious that his strength is weakening, as that of his foes increase.
The Prince can raise Ksh20 billion (Sh10 bilion has already been committed) when the Old Nightmare can barely raise 10 million. As his international friends desert him, world leaders flock to pay homage to his nemesis at State House. Old Nightmare can only look in forlorn anger from the slum beyond, as he harangues his tribesmates to block another road, hurl another rock.
Those that the gods want to destroy, they first make mad. Then lonely. Then sad.
Morning is come, and the Old Nightmare must end.
Good riddance to bad rubbish. You will not be missed.
