This is the last piece for The East African before my sweet darling country goes to the polls. I am posting it in its entirety here just in case The East African has any notions of editing the verve out of it, especially the part where I would like to take a verbal flamethrower to "journos" who can only comprehend Tanzania through the inappropriate of, uh, lens? of Kenya*:
"Excepting the early birds who know well
enough to look online of a Saturday morning, by the time you read
this article Tanzania will be deep in the contractions of rebirthing
herself as she does every ten years. Like any kind of labour it's
going to take a while and we all hope everything goes well, so take a
magazine and make yourself comfortable for the next foreseeable.
Might be a week or two before the dust settles.
Meanwhile? Party time. There is nothing
like the anticipation of a bit of change to put a little pep in the
step. Also, sweet freedom beckons. No longer will we have to look
into the earnest faces of people reading off a teleprompter exhorting
us to vote for them or their patron. It has taken all the strength
and patience in the world not to spray windex on every screen in my
vicinity and frantically scrape off the politics. The shrill flatness
of bad speech delivery is also going to disappear as a feature of
daily life, and perhaps we might rediscover colors without fear of
unwittingly expressing political opinions.
Conversations will broaden again. Radio
stations will no longer have to play nationalistic songs ad nauseum.
There might be some small sensibility reintroduced to the policy
aspects of public life. Advertisements might become entertaining
again. And beautiful people with great enunciation reading the news
off tablet computers might actually have something to say.
Of course it won't all come correct
within the first few days. CCM and Chadema have upped the ante so
much that they have left us no choice but to be cranky immediately
after the elections. As I write this, Tanzanians are being stripped
of their right to assemble and told that they can't gather together
closer than 200 meters from a voting station.
This is excellent pre-emptive
peacekeeping. It is also surprisingly dumb, unnecessarily stoking the
fires of doubt and agitation. There's a reason people like to “guard
their vote” and it would have been politic, CCM, to let people
enjoy a false sense of security by allowing them to do so, amirite?
As it is, there's some serious lady-hating happening. The
Establishment is saying that women are likely to be prevented from
voting because of threats of violence, blah blah blah. We are still
going to vote, by the way, and who in their right mind threatens an
African woman like so. I would look up an approprite Nigerian curse
for this abomination, but who has the time.
What's that? Ah, the candidates, you
ask. Sure. The real five-year prize is the legislature. A reasonable
balance in the law-making institution is what we actually need if any
of the campaign promises made so far have a chance at coming to
fruition. Yes, zealots have been working hard to make us believe that
the man makes the nation, but truth be told the issue is much deeper
than two middle-aged Establishment veterans with questionable oratory
skills.
If they were half the “warriors”
they claim to be, we could all have settled this by letting their
mutual former boss Mzee Ali Hassan Mwinyi challenge both men to a 5K
walk. Whoever can talk/do pushups/explain education policy with
coherence after that ordeal might be deserving of a disinterested
shrug in their direction. Fine: we could throw in an overpriced
bottle of water into that scenario, since you insist. That, folks,
would have been the gentlemanly way to resolve a dispute nobody asked
y'all to drag us taxpaying voters into in the first place.
To pass the time between the voting,
the results, the anger at the results, the re-count, the intermittent
incidences of bajaj-related skirmishes, execrable international press
coverage et cetera I treated myself to a month-long supply of local
TV stations. Mostly because I just want to hang out with my man Tido
Mhando and a couple of other brilliant homegrown journalists. This
election? Ha. Like any kind of labour it's going to take a while and
we all hope everything goes well, so pick a good channel and make
yourself comfortable for the next foreseeable. Might be a week or two
before the dust settles.
PS: don't worry, we'll be fine. We
really aren't Kenya."
* Don't. Even.