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This is what gives Mary Wambui a headstart in Othaya

By Wahome Thuku This is what gives Mary Wambui a headstart in Othaya and Nyeri at large. The lady has strategy. She has her touch and presence in virtually every situation. Very wise. When my parents passed away in 1991 and 2005 she suported my family and personally attended the burials being my villagemate and my sister's classmate. Infact if I was voting in Othaya in March I would have voted for her. She spends her own money and I think her family resources to do what she does. But on Parliamentary role so far she rates zero. So the question still remains, WHAT is an MP? Can Wambui secure military jobs for every youth in Othaya? Should she close her office in Parliament and live in Othaya villages dispensing cash like an ATM? Should MPs camp in our villages HELPING us? Is that what majority of the knowledgable Othaya people want? So if you dont get the military job or the cash would you still call her your MP? What will happen when the ATM is not there anymore? What would happen if all MPs stopped contributing in Parliament and went to work in their cinstituencies?Dont tell me the grassroot voters dont know this. Othaya people, at least thise I know are so informed, you will be suprised.
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