I LOVE THE DRAMA, I HATE THE LIES

Politics I have nothing against it and I have everything to say about it. The first time I did vote I was all excited about it(maybe cause I went to an embassy to vote), exercising my rights and all that stuff felt so good…but when I think things through two years down the line I know I had no clue of what exactly I was doing. Kenyan elections 2013 ,that’s when I got a bit of insight into the political web. I keep away from any political views ,first cause am no expert and second cause I am not a politician(I don’t talk much ) and third ,cause my mama told me not to get married to a politician.

I may not be Kenyan but my life’s in Kenya and its like home to me…so I had to be concerned when CNN started all sort of rumours about tribal wars.Staying indoors hoping nothing erupts, hearing everyone preach peace as if a war will erupt at any time if the P word wasn’t said!Anxious times,and I blame it all on politics!!

My point of view:

Politics runs the world,no matter how much it’s denied.Everything is a political game, a mind game.It all comes down to how words are put.Words turn into actions,even if those words are based on lies.Politics is a power game,cause once you are at the top ,then you got power over people. Politics= people+ power.

But without politics,this world would be a boring place.The drama that we call poltics gives us something to think about and a bit of entertainment too( I call it a soap opera without all the tears)One more thing,politics keeps us in check, there has to be a leader and followers,and politics provides exactly that!

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