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WHY WE KANU-FRESH SUPPORT DISBANDMENT OF IEBC

BY LANGAT MATHEW
The Independent Electoral and Boundaries Commission (IEBC) lost its trust with a majority of Kenyans and is facing integrity crisis; corruption, scandal, Voter registration & a body that can easily be compromised. Which begs the question on its commitment to fulfill its constitutional mandate of conducting a flawless, free and credible elections next year.
The sustained calls and campaign by CORD coalition,c Churches, Civil societies, private sector etc.. for commissioners to leave office is not founded on flippant allegations but realities on ground shared by most Kenyans.
In 2012 the lack of impartiality of IEBC commissioners was exposed in the registration of voters for the last general election, the IEBC distributed BVR machines unequally. This wasn't actions of an innocent commission. They're people in business clothes operating under instructions.
The result of the registration exercise conducted by the IEBC in 2012 is the infamous “tyranny of numbers”. It was not that Jubilee areas did a better job pushing people to register. It was that the IEBC made it easier for people in those zones to register through skewed distribution of registration kits.
Free, fair and regular elections are enduring foundations of every democratic state, not just as episodic events, but as an integral part and societal infrastructure of civilized nations.
Kenyans note with concern the silence, secrecy, denial and general incompetence surrounding the IEBC three years after the last election in which all the equipment failed within the first hour of the opening of the polls.
Kericho mighty hangover still fresh in our minds. IEBC colluded with Jubilee skunks to generate tyranny of numerics. Some of the commisioners have admitted being controlled by government agencies. To add salt on injury, there are allegations that Kericho was sampling ground and the same system is likely to be used in next general elections.
#IEBCmustFall.

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