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Charles Ayieko Nyachae has subscribed to Tangatanga movement.



By Ogari Douglas.
Charles Ayieko Nyachae has subscribed to Tangatanga movement. According to him, wheelbarrows are the way to go and life time empowerment through government processes is a big NO. Charles Nyachae is telling us that it is proper for politicians to abuse the President in rallies. Before we ask how many votes he will add to Ruto's basket in Kisii, we also ask whether Nyachaeism is still alive in Gusii.
Dear, Ayieko Nyachae, the Hustler narrative is nothing but just a political mantra to mobilize the youth for votes. The mantra is not meant for anything apart from political mobilization. It's a fake idea that lacks merit at all. The people behind this narrative are the same people who have committed the worst economic crimes in this country. These people want to deflate the tribe narrative so that William Samoei Ruto can be viewed as more Kenyan than Kalenjin because of the two tribes ruling us forever. It's a very cheap strategy that wont sell even though Ruto has impoverished a clique of kenyans.
Everywhere in the world there is tribe, the problem in Kenya not tribe but politicians; why should people fight when elections are near the corner? Why should people realise this shop belongs to Luo or kikuyu and they were living together because of Hustler narrative? With due respect, Ruto should stop this circus for once. We elected him to government for years and entrusted him to ensure there is implementation of policies that ensure equity and equality to all Kenyans.
On the same vain, the hustler narrative is slogan used by the rich people to win votes from poor people. It's a good idea but those who've been benefiting from looting and neocolonialism are resisting at all cost. The glory of our country need to restored. We have some leaders black in skin but white in their way of doing things. There is no difference with precolonial periods where you were subjected to the slavery and other ills.
The narrative has gotten in those using it as a political tool to advance their own interests but when they clinch power, that's the end. We can't forget 2013 & 2017 DP Ruto's digital & analogue slogans which ended in tears as we talk. We won't be fooled by that hustler nonsense. Its very unfortunate that the same people driving Hustler movement are lawmakers who have been in government making key policies. This is wishful thinking, the theory is enshrined in handouts, myopic quick kills like pyramid schemes, division and bile. It defies Maslow Hierarchy theory. It's nothing but a fallacy and political pyramid scheme.
We want policy on how this country economy will be revived, not hustler and tribes. Hustler narrative must move away from horizontal approaches of wheelbarrows and mikokotenis to vertical economic policy approaches in both fiscal and monetary.
Unfortunately the proponents of hustlers idea are the causes of high levels of poverty and unemployment. Their patron is the creator of hustlers' Troubles. He now disguises himself as the holier one among the needy. Hustlerism is a narrative riding on the desperation politicians have created in our youths, to get them into power and carry on with their heists and mind games. But again, will the chief hustler agree to let go of what he has amassed thru the same economic prints of 1920-2020? He is among the few billionaires who have benefited from the skewed economic problems that we face.

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