Kenyans grieve their lost kin, even as Murkomen circles in useless legalese

For a man who prefers clean-cut suits and clean pates, navigating life with the precision of his four-million shillings Rolex watch, Onesimus Kipchumba Murkomen is an obtuse, vague man whose ramblings fizzle in a compendium of inanities.

That’s kizungu mingi for what Kenyans would sum up in two words: bure kabisa. But since I am respectful, even a little fearful of Murkomen’s immense power—the man enjoys the rigmarole of uniformed officers lining up to salute him wherever he goes—I’ll let the man speak for himself.