For those who’ve been watching the storm gather, the murder of Kasipul MP Charles Ongondo Were doesn’t smell like a random act; it reeks of permission from above. A hit like that doesn’t just happen. Someone powerful blinked, nodded, or looked away at the right moment.
Let’s not rewrite history. He wasn’t a saint. His name had shadows. But now that he’s silenced, the government-friendly choir has suddenly found its voice, chanting about his corruption like they just discovered fire. Where were these voices when he was breathing, walking, and able to clap back?
This sudden noise? It’s more than just posthumous judgement; it’s cover fire. A distraction. A blinding spotlight on a fallen man so we don’t squint into the darkness where the real puppet masters still operate.
So here’s the real question: Who benefits from painting as the ultimate villain? Who’s hiding behind this recycled outrage while continuing the same dirty business in tailored suits and government offices?
If we’re going to drag out skeletons, let’s start with the ones still clutching pens and pulling strings, not the one lying cold in a coffin.
