In name of courtesy
Mr Njaga has announced his intention to be a champion of the masses. By this, he intends to be elected a mheshimiwa in a top echelon position in Nakuru County. He's hardly a name that registers beyond his village and the dynamics of national politics are sheer fatigue to him.
For those not averse who the man is, here's his brief.
Mr Njaga was once a lowly paid primary school teacher. Those with long memory recalls the lean days he peddled his black mamba bicycle to a rundown government school ten kilometres away from his home. He was dreaded for his temper and famous for whipping ihii into 'civilized gentlemen' long before they faced the knife.
Story had it the man disappeared from school for two years only to reemerge later with a headmaster's title. It was to emerge he had gone back to college to further the little training he had. From there, his fortunes changed for good.
He started living large than the teacher's payslip could accord. He constructed a magnificent brick house which is still a kind of its own around. And in the same breath, bought a jalopy that became a topic of dissemination in its days.
The story behind his new found wealth is now a legend. Word had it Mr Njaga affiliated himself with an American church and solicited donations for construction of his non existent church. Though not known as a saint, the man drank and still drinks like a fish in water.
Its said when the overseas 'Brothers and Sisters in the Lord' came to verify if indeed the good old 'pastor' Njaga was conducting sermons under a tree, the man was ingenious that he hurriedly filled a classroom with paid peasants. The overseas brethren were so moved that they pledged to send donations for construction of a proper church and purchase of land.
True to their word, huge bills landed in Mr Njaga's bank account. The man identified an ideal piece of ground but reasoned it best utilized by erecting a private school thereon. This was the genesis of Njaga group of schools as we know of today. His briefcase church still attracted more donations that the more made him an influential being.
The closest he came to being a 'preacher' was distributing Christian literature that came in carton loads to the students to take home and share with parents. I'm sure he cannot quote a scriptural verse out of his cobweb filled memory. Though his wife seems to suffer a pang of guilt conscience, she's a church's ranking member but not in her husband's briefcase entity.
His announcement he'd be contesting an elective position come next general elections had been shrugged off by many. The man first made a foray into local politics in the last general elections and performed disastrously worst. He trailed the pack in a field of six contestants for the councilor's seat, again on a briefcase party that had a mass attraction of thirteen voters. An analogy was drawn of a 'super hypocrite' with thirteen disciples who voted their master to political oblivion.
His selling point that he'd facilitate his secondary section students graduating get scholarships to study abroad is not gelling well. The man is a known carnivorous sort of creature when it comes to money. The unwritten rule being, once a dime enters his pockets, its hard for it to be splurged on 'useless' individuals if not to take it down the drain through his senseless inebriation.
"Kwani huyu njagathi atoe pesa za kupeleka watoto ng'ambo wapi na mbona yeye huhadhaa watu wa ng'ambo kujitajirisha?" an infuriated parent now and then asks. For lack of a greedy reptilian name to describe him, the folks had stretched his name by adding three words to describe him.
But 'Njagathi' Njaga or Baba jimmy to the villagers is still upbeat. He approached yours truly over the Christmas weekend for an honest evaluation of his character.
Apart from flattering him which took his ego into an egoistic trip, I'd to be brutal honest.
"I don't think you'll pull it."
"Why?" thundered the man bellicosely.
"Your track record," and unparalleled greediness, I'd have added.
It was then he exploded like a Sumatran volcano. That's why I've done Mr Njaga a disservice by writing unflattering things about him.
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