Former Classic 105 presenter, Ciku Muiruri,
has come out to expose a popular MP who has been defiling his daughters since
they were 8 years old.
While penning an article in
a local daily, Ciku disclosed that the MP’s daughters have been suffering in
silence and their mother has been of little help.
The older one wrote to me years ago, confided in me and asked me never to expose her father.
These are some of the burdens journalists bear. When “off the record” makes you a therapist of sorts. When you are given information that you can’t use, even when it eats away at you.
When a man responsible for drafting our laws is the same man who breaks them every night with his own flesh and blood. How I shudder every time I see his face on TV."
Read part of the article.
Below is the full article that Ciku wrote exposing the MP’s shameless behaviours; it’s a must read.
“Congratulations for
being a great mum!” I have heard this a few times and it always makes me feel
uncomfortable. Being a good parent — whatever we think that entails – is our
job, right? Why should we be congratulated for what we are supposed to be doing
in the first place?
Unfortunately, the
bar has been set pretty low when it comes to parenting. I know someone who
tossed out his teenage son and daughter.
He has no idea where
they are, what they eat, or where they live. It’s been more than a year. He
doesn’t pay their school fees.
His wife is by his
side, and just as bad as he is. Concern for her latest manicure is more
important than sending her son Sh500 for food.
But her husband
stands on the national stage and gives lectures about good governance. He
speaks out about corruption. He wants Kenya to be a better place.
“Congratulations for
fighting for the common man,” he is told all the time.
Fighting for the
common man but leaving his kids destitute? Right. That’s a hero right there.
There’s a member of
Parliament who has been defiling his teenage girls since they were eight years
old. Their mother knows about it. She asks them to bear it because she cannot
afford to take care of them herself.
The older one wrote
to me years ago, confided in me and asked me never to expose her father.
These are some of the
burdens journalists bear. When “off the record” makes you a therapist of sorts.
When you are given information that you can’t use, even when it eats away at
you.
When a man
responsible for drafting our laws is the same man who breaks them every night
with his own flesh and blood. How I shudder every time I see his face on TV.
So maybe you and I
need to hear congratulations after all, because we live in a sick, sick
society. We are so used to mediocrity that we say congratulations even to
elected officials for doing their job. By all means, let’s give them a pat on
the back.
Congratulations to
President Uhuru Kenyatta for the Pupils Reward Scheme, an initiative to inspire
the youth on leadership and responsibility. Forty-seven deserving students
spent a week at State House and got to do cool stuff like attend Cabinet
meetings, visit Parliament, the Judiciary and the defence headquarters. Uhuru
might, or might not, bring drastic change to this country, but with this
inspired initiative, he might very well spark the minds of the those who will.
Congratulations to
Blessed Sister Irene Stefani. Not many of us can boast a first-class ticket to
the Promised Land, let alone have the biggest church in the world canonise us.
She devoted her life to helping the sick, dying and those in need of help.
She’s one step away from sainthood. Not too shabby for a nun who passed on at
age 39. “Love killed her,” is what they said of her.
She went to care for
a patient who had the plague. He was a teacher who had spoken ill of her and
her teaching methods in order to take her place at a certain school. But still,
in his time of need, she embraced him and cared for him, inadvertently inhaling
the breath that would lead to her death.
From today’s column,
you can see how some people will descend to the lowest imaginable depth of
vileness and cruelty, while others will overshoot the highest point of kindness
and goodness. Amazing, is it not? The paradox of mankind? It blows me
away. Every. Single. Time.
