Of false philosophers' loyalty to state, irrational outbursts, ridiculous claims

NAIROBI: “Sura yako mzuri mama aah, lakini si ya mama yako ooh,” sang the lanky man we came upon on the main village thoroughfare one sunny Saturday morning. He was totally tone deaf, and the only thing worse than his singing, was his dancing. He had no sense of rhythm; his dance moves resembled a scarecrow caught in a blast of wind. He seemed, however, to be under the illusion that he was a gifted singer and dancer, for his singing and dancing became more animated when we stopped to watch. Our singer-cum-dancer, it soon emerged, was also a poor athlete. As he tried to execute a move, one of his legs tripped on the other and he tumbled to an untidy and very embarrassed heap on the ground.