GIVEN WITHIN THE PRELIMINARY LAUNCH OF CAMPAIGNS-KU
”Well, I bet this must be the reasons; the beliefs of status quo are weaker than my hopes. The fear of tradition is unable to shake my conviction. The beliefs I hold that everyone has a sacred right to their ambition, that if God has gifted you a will, you deserve to express it unhindered, that if you believe in your abilities, you deserve to be judged as deserving. These are truths founded in my heart. Things I am willing to pay with my life to preserve. Things, which if I relinquished, I would have betrayed my God, myself, my society and thousands who have chosen to invest their “faith in me.”
Those who have ever interacted with me know one thing; I express my convictions with the weaves of my fingers. In a short while, I will be vying for Student President, Kenyatta University. I feel obliged to explain my candidature to you my friends who every day give me a new reason to forge ahead.
This is since, my candidature in itself, is a defiance of norms. And yes, that defiance is what I have to explain. Because, as a nation, we are accustomed to some assumptions, and when those assumptions are to be challenged, a candid explanation has to be put forth; lest, we raffle our comfort zones without a substantiated underpinning.
Kenyan politics revolve around the following: Tribal or regional caucusing, Sycophancy, Money, Sensationalized promises, religion and hooliganism. This is reflected with perfect semblance in Universities. It is a near impossibility for you to underpin your candidature on any other bases other than these.
It amazes me to see how tribal groupings emerge with strengthened vigor when elections are about. How Tribal councils drown the ambitions of others so as not to split “our people’s Votes.” How ethnic alliances emerge to propel ambitions of the witty. It amazes me, to see the young swept by ethnic invocations and what have you. Regional semblance reemerge with renewed emphasis and the ghost of our differences haunt our unity for the sake of politicians.
Creations of royalty emerge. The ambitious opt to worship authorities to be granted immunity or express support. Sycophancy, complacency, indifference to the plight of those who give us mandate are encouraged by those who need not to be inconvenienced by a pestering leadership. The ambitions of the independent minded are killed in technicalities.
The centrality of money as the scale tilter can never be felt with greater prominence. Politicians who have silent interests invest heavily in student elections. As such student unions, trade conscience and become agents of sectarian mentalities. You can now explain why that part of the society that was once an awesome check to societal excesses is characterized by violence and billows of smoke on streets.
But the most amazing art is how trivia is used to drown sense; the interplay of propaganda at the expense of policies. It is never surprising for a candidate to be tagged a Satanist, or a lady candidate to be slapped with multiple abortion allegations, or moderates to be tagged “Admin-projects”, or homosexuality tendencies to be smirked on ones back.
I come from a minority tribe in Kenya; I would never say my family is a royalty. It would be fantasy. I am a second year, termed junior within the realms of schooling. A firm abhor of propaganda, a person of perfect inflexibility in regard to their principles.
I have been told, a Kenyan in Rome must act as Romans, if not for anything then to belong. That I will be unable to wade political waters if I stick to my independent mindedness, that at some point, I will have to commission bigotry unless I don’t value my ambition. That I will have to do regional bargains, that my ambition will be subjected to tribal considerations. Even before the onset of campaigns, those who know the iron will within me have thrown multiple propaganda against me.
Some have told me, to face, that it is a chase after the wind. That a second year, a Teso, a person from humble backgrounds, a person unwilling to use propaganda, a person unable to sit on a table and engage in tribal negotiations, cannot make it.
Many wonder, why up to today, the acceptance I have amongst students is inexplicable. Why a hold onto reason could start to be endearing. How, a heart smirked by so many odds is still able and willing to scale the waters.
Well, I bet this must be the reasons; the beliefs of status quo are weaker than my hopes. The fear of tradition is unable to shake my conviction. The beliefs I hold that everyone has a sacred right to their ambition, that if God has gifted you a will, you deserve to express it unhindered, that if you believe in your abilities, you deserve to be judged as deserving. These are truths founded in my heart. Things I am willing to pay with my life to preserve. Things, which if I relinquished, I would have betrayed my God, myself, my society and thousands who have chosen to invest their faith in me.
That is the will that gives me the propulsion to face tomorrow. And this conviction has ability to create a wave that tradition cannot withstand. I chose to seek University Presidency as a defence of what I believe should be the criteria of determining leadership in my generation. A defence that everyone, male or female, Kikuyu, Luo, Meru. Kalenjin or Teso, Rich or poor, Muslim or Christian, Teacher or lawyer have a right to their ambition.
I choose to seek the university Presidency to tell this Institution, to tell Kenya, to tell the world that it takes a belief to occasion a paradigm shift, that as a people, Kenyans are too brave to be chained to the fear of the obvious or the unknown. And that in my generation, tribe, money or propaganda will cease to be determiners as to who becomes what. And that if no else is willing to take the plunge, I LONE FELIX, is willing to take that risk. That I understand that it is my obligation to be the difference I desire.
As such, I confirm the fears of my competitors, that if you are an agent of status quo, you will be unable to survive this race; that unless your candidature is centered on student interest, you took the plunge at the wrong time. That if you think you will ride on tribe or regional supremacy certainly you will not survive this fight. Our altars of leadership must be cleansed, and I have a will and desire to cleanse it. Or to put it more rightly, I will cleanse it.
Why the certainty you ask? It is because my story espouses our collective aspirations. Aspirations that cowards have buried to further their ambitions. Aspirations whose time has come.