TERMINAL CANCER IN KENYAN PARLIAMENT
I hope the emotions have cooled and Kenyans are now willing to engage, on a rational level, an emotive issue. Death and Cancer in our parliament. In the interest of the public we should not let emotions lead us and as much as we ought to remain humane we, above all, ought to look at a bigger picture, think and act rationally and address the elephant in the room. The culture of Something for Nothing.
Men who die while receiving a salary for doing nothing is only possible in our parliament. There are over 40 Members of Parliament with Terminal Cancer. They’ve all been given their sell-by-date, yet they cling to their jobs and refuse to apprentice the younger generation. Knowing too well they’re dying, instead of enjoying life outdoors, they make a mockery of their government offices and seats. One day they’re there, the next day they’re swallowing poisonous chemicals to “heal” terminal cancer abroad – while we the taxpayers pay for their terminal disease through our noses, we who cannot afford food for our living family members….
Who knows what Terminal means? …and we’re not talking about Airport Terminals here…
Politicians, Just die, and leave the citizens out of it but they are so vain, they cannot bear to die without the title of “died in office” or “here lies Bunge so & so….”, and taxpayers paying for everything and expensive outlandish funerals where they all buy brand new matching clothes which will never be worn again, and buying coffins worth more than many taxpayers homes.
We’re such terrible creatures; we Kenyans let ourselves robbed like this… if that salary of his was given to just 10 IDP families for a year, where would said families be today?
It is traumatic for citizens to be led by men who are full of Cancer. Let me tell you, if I worked in any company and had Terminal 4 Cancer and they found out, I’d be asked to sign a quiet letter so that HR would replace my position for if I’m not doing my job, someone has to. Quiet letter that will pay the insurance for medical if I’m lucky… or just a Golden-handshake if I’m very-very lucky. Or just fired after I didn’t show up for four months due to “treatments abroad”.
But walking into the office full of opioids, heroin, marijuana & other pain-killers, looking gaunt, dangerously skinny & ill, would never be a choice. HR would put it’s foot down, firmly.
To 40 or so T4’s in our Parliament, your days are numbered and none – zero – of you shall reach that Vision 2030….
T4’s maximum is 12months.
Meanwhile we need to re-code, write down a data-base regarding Terminal Diseases in Offices Public or Private, and not a single Member of Parliament should be at work, if they’re sick and on those pain-medications which also cause very serious hallucinations! There should be rules and guidelines on how to retire from work both public and private with grace, still be treated with respect and die knowing you didn’t have the stress of appearing at the office! We’re not being fair to our ill population.
Patients with Cancers shouldn’t be working at all, let alone in a cubicle or indoors – but be in a space with loads of sunlight, fresh air, a stress free life, earth to ground non GMO diets and daily exercise! These MP’s have the wealth to do so, but they do not! They have a chance to stand up and change laws, but they do NOT!!
Why are we not letting our sick and ill die gracefully instead of adopting the cursed “..he shall be healed” or the ridiculous “….where is your faith..? ” or the broke “…lazima afanye kazi…!” or some other ignoramus statement that leaves important jobs completely rudderless – wait, I’m the one who is not thinking clearly – the MPs’ jobs are not done at all, this is why there is no change whether they ‘sit’ in office, or not.
We’re going backwards as a Nation – paying Public Servants millions of shillings for no work.
Najar is Environment, Indigenous Tribes & Land Issues Consultant