I’ve been under pressure recently to do a piece on the fact that the world is meant to come to an end on Friday – coincidentally the day we close the office. I mean, when I said the day I get a break the world will come to an end I didn’t think that I was being literal. Then again, the power of words and what not.
Our dear, beloved president, Honourable Mwai Kibaki has recently given his kids a national award of some sort. I’m assuming it would be the thanks-for-not-being-spoiled-brats-recently award; but I’m not too sure. It made some sort of splash all over the media. Well, no, just The Star. So no splash, nor media.
Last time I was here I gave a long story about PR, advertising and receiving a prize, honour or just some sort of validation. Well, apparently if you fail in the PR section of your life you don’t need to worry. Just make sure your dad is the president of the country and you will receive the highest honours in the land.
The Mayan political structure was pretty simple. The top of the society consisted of the ruler, his family, their retainers, courtiers, and priests. This basically meant that if you were born in or around royalty you would probably be near royalty for the rest of your life. Even within the priesthood nepotism was common.
So why are we talking about the Mayans, and Baks?
Well, it’s pretty simple. A lot of people are looking for conclusive evidence as to whether the world will end. Well, there you have it. Kibaki’s actions are a step in regressing to the Mayan culture. In line with this, by Thursday you should expect to see a couple of mathematics geniuses emerge in our country and on Friday, poof, that will be the end of the world. Thank you, Mr President, for bringing clarity to the country at such a confusing time.