Listen up, Kenya. You’ve been played. Duped. Taken for a ride by a master manipulator and his carefully staged soap opera of a marriage. While you were busy swooning over Uhuru Kenyatta and his wife Margaret clutching hands like lovesick teenagers or hugging for the cameras, the nation was bleeding. Your pockets were being picked, your dreams crushed, and your homes shattered – all under the spell of choreographed optics designed to dumb you down.
And you fell for it, hook, line, and sinker. Shame on you.
Let’s call it what it was: a disgusting, calculated scam. Uhuru, that bloated symbol of dynastic privilege, and his wife, trotted out their “aww” moments to paint themselves as relatable, loving, human. Meanwhile, his policies – those suffocating, corrupt, economy-gutting decisions – were breaking your families apart. You, the struggling Kenyan, juggling multiple hustles just to afford unga, were too busy clapping like trained seals at their public displays of affection to notice the knife in your back.
Propagandists, those slimy vultures, knew exactly what they were doing. They targeted the vulnerable – especially those of you trapped in dysfunctional relationships, courtesy of Uhuru’s economic mismanagement that drove men to drink, women to despair, and children to hunger. They fed you this lovey-dovey garbage to make you forget the real Uhuru: a war criminal, a looter, a destroyer of homes.
Uhuru Kenyatta hugs wife Margaret after she completed her own marathon
Let’s not mince words. Uhuru’s presidency was a festering wound on Kenya’s soul. His administration was a cesspool of corruption, where billions vanished into the pockets of his cronies while you queued for relief food. His policies – those half-baked, elitist schemes – skyrocketed the cost of living, leaving millions jobless, hopeless, and broken. Families crumbled under the weight of his incompetence. Fathers abandoned their children. Mothers turned to survival tactics that scarred their dignity. And what did Uhuru do? He grinned, held Margaret’s hand, and posed for photos, knowing you’d eat it up. You did. You gushed over their “cute” moments while your own relationships rotted, unable to withstand the economic strife his regime inflicted. Pathetic.
This wasn’t accidental. It was a deliberate ploy to humanize a monster. Uhuru, indicted by the International Criminal Court for crimes against humanity, needed a makeover. What better way than to parade his marriage as a beacon of stability? Every staged hug, every scripted glance, was a middle finger to the millions whose lives he’d ruined. And you, Kenya, you clapped. You shared those photos. You let the “aww” sentiment cloud your judgment, forgetting the blood on his hands, the stolen billions, the broken homes. You let propagandists weaponize your own pain – your failing marriages, your empty wallets – to keep you loyal to a man who didn’t give a damn about you.
The optics were gutter-level, but they worked because you let them. You, the Kenyan who knows the sting of betrayal, the weight of poverty, the ache of a fractured family, were too quick to project your hopes onto Uhuru and Margaret’s fake fairytale. You saw their hand-holding and thought, “If they can make it, maybe I can too.” Wrong. Their marriage wasn’t your salvation; it was your distraction. While you were busy idolizing their staged affection, Uhuru was signing deals that mortgaged your future. He was laughing all the way to the bank while your children went to bed hungry. And Margaret? She played her part, smiling demurely, knowing the cameras would lap it up. Disgusting.
This susceptibility to cheap theatrics is why Kenya remains trapped in a cycle of poverty. You’ve been conditioned to worship symbols, not demand substance. You let a war criminal endear himself to you with a few hugs, forgetting the lives lost, the dreams stolen, the nation plundered. You let propagandists exploit your brokenness, knowing those with dysfunctional relationships – shattered by Uhuru’s own policies – would cling to the fantasy of a perfect first family. It’s time to feel the sting of that betrayal. Let it burn. Let it remind you of the unhealed wounds of Uhuru’s deplorable presidency: the grand theft of public funds, the collapsed healthcare system, the youth unemployment crisis, the families torn apart by despair.
Kenyans, it’s time to grow a spine. Stop falling for this nonsense. The next time you see a politician parading their spouse for clout, spit on the optics. Demand accountability, not affection. Uhuru and Margaret’s hand-holding didn’t pay your bills, fix your schools, or save your marriage. It was a lie to keep you docile while they robbed you blind. You’re better than this.
Rip open the wounds of Uhuru’s legacy and face the truth: he was no savior, just a conman in a suit, and you were his mark. Never again.
