How often has my father, a man in his sixties now (he’s not sure whether it’s early or late) narrated the story of his first real life encounter with Hon. Martha Karua. Or should I say, her insolence. There he was, chairing a disciplinary meeting for one of the members of his professional association, when she strutted in with her client, all high and mighty as if she was chairing the meeting (his words, not mine). He relishes this bit of the tale, when he narrates how he put her in her place. Infact in his own words, he shouts at her to sit down, and informs her that this is not a market place where people talk at will (ok, something like that). The point is, the status quo is challenged, the men are thrown off balance. I’m sure my father was, I can always tell from the way he tells this story. So Martha is at it again. I only have one word for her… consistency. Or maybe two: consistency and tenacity. I don’t know if her client took the day, but surely I hope she does this time round, just for the sake of having something else to talk about. As for all the useless fellows, borrow some balls from the lady… with a repayment plan.

Meanwhile on the other side of town, Mungatana follows suit, Kibaki still asleep. Raila, well… appealing to the public as usual. And Ruto.. What?