Termites of democracy stealing our dreams

By KIPKOECH TANUI
If you lived in a mud-walled hut, which in my days was called ‘parachute’ because of the roof’s spherical shape, you understand the meaning of “termite democracy”.

To make our ‘parachutes’ homely and colourful, we boys used cuttings from old newspapers and magazines. Most times it would be Madonna, the queen of True Blue, Holiday, and Who’s that girl, or Michael Jackson in his leather suit and hand glove doing a breakdance, inarguably of Will you be there for me, The way you make me feel, and Bad, which truly was never bad.