Riddle me that.
Now before you hit me with that lame speech about what a great and illustrious career he’s had, I pray thee, save it for the unaware. I was rooting for him from the 90’s, before CNN, when he had his brief stint at KTN. I cheered him on in Johannesburg, Nigeria and beyond. Finally when he got to the states, I was nothing short of ecstatic. His accomplishments were something to behold. Seeing him cover New Orleans formed tears in my eyes, a lump in my throat and a smile on my face.
But ever since, it’s been downhill.
There was that saga that got him fired from CNN and earned him the title “Kenyan Date Rapist”(or something of the sort). Then there was that report from Scotland Yard about him endangering and lying to some lady who just wanted to get Ouko’s story out. Then the bribing scandal and….Suffice it to say, 2007 was very messy and I went from being very outspokenly supportive to very quietly ashamed. Betrayed is a more fitting word. I wished he would just sit out the shitstorm and re-emerge later with a well written book and a new outlook on life.
Instead he came home and started kicking up dust again. K24, “All Kenyan….All the time.” Said in an American accent. My soul dies a little every time he does that.
He sits there, day in and day out, flaunting his little trophies, the living embodiment of a fallen star grasping on to the skies in fear of the imminent crash and burn. He’s become a sideshow, a spectacle, a passing joke that’s entirely too embarrassing not to laugh at.
And the more I try to be civil and politically correct in my criticisms of him, the more he turns into this pariah mocking his former glory. His dignity has evaporated with his youth. He’s really getting older and wow, he looks older. Pruney almost.
Warning: Political correctness just exited the building. Forgive me in advance.
The man looks like a dehydrated raisin. A bored cross-dressing chameleon on a summer night with clown make-up on. And he sounds like he may have swallowed one too many Americanized toads. Judging by his jerky readings off the teleprompter, the toads are still alive and we may be able to save them.
Now, I’m not opposed to him doing what he loves. By all means Jeff, please do you. But kindly, I beg of you, quit with the gimmicks. You’re either an entertainer, in which case I am justified in mocking you, or a respectable journalist in which case you should check yourself.
And you, dear Wananchi, who watch this man on a daily basis and support his actions….why do you do it? What do you see in him that we don’t? Whatever it is, let me know, please, so that I too can salvage some sort of reverence for Mr. Koinange. Let me know what part of the circus act he calls a TV channel redeems him of the severe offenses he inflicted upon his adoring public. Remind me why he even deserves your attention, let alone mine.
It’s OK, I’ll wait.