Clearly, the chaos associated with Gor Mahia is no ordinary hooliganism.
I’m not convinced it’s ‘for the love of the game’, that it is ‘passion’, since the yobs – as my colleague Charles Nyende calls them in his Saturday Nation column, ‘Last Call’ – seem intent on killing this great club.
Gor’s is a history one can stretch from City Stadium to Migingo and back and still have loose change but, having seen some ruffians’ behaviour at recent matches, I no longer proudly don the green jersey – sadly, a New Year present from a colleague – as the mere sight of it makes me itch in the small of my back.
The popular Gor-AFC Leopards derby has been turned into a brawl – orgy even – by miscreants masquerading as the ‘Green Army’.
Or how would one describe a meeting that almost always degenerates into chaos, mainly allegedly caused by Gor fans disputing the referee’s decision?
And that is what those plug-uglies did two Sundays ago. After all the deserved media space the derby enjoyed, nothing could be more nauseating than watching the stone-throwing face of impunity as dunderheads attempted to officiate from the terraces.
What about that unsightly incident at Afraha on Sunday when the louts (‘Sir’ Charles calls them that) jumped over the barrier and ejected peaceful Sony Sugar supporters from the VIP stand?
Two years ago at Nyayo, the same deranged goons caused the death of seven people.
The dead included a girl from my village, her dream romantic date at the beautiful game cut short by inebriated, cowardly thugs.
Bootylicious K’Ogirlo Divas
But, wait a minute: methinks these hooligans are saboteurs out to bring down the adroit Gor players and, by extension, the storied club.
They are disillusioned ne’er-do-wells hell-bent on killing careers and livelihoods, envious of their peers with whom they grew up or went to school or are colleagues at the workplace.
Bitter that it’s ‘that boy’ whose face is splashed on the big screen and all screens and newspaper pages….
Roasting inside because it is not they making the sufficiently bootylicious K’Ogirlo Divas swoon.
Either that or they are working in cahoots with some unscrupulous bookmakers to disrupt Gor matches and turn the tide (of cash) in their favour.
Now let us – the true, loyal and peaceful supporters of Gor – seek and arraign these degenerates at our Nyayo homeground.
Our best penalty taker will then take aim and shoot a custom-made over-pressurised football into their disgraced selves.
As they fall, bloodied-nose-down, onto the grass, let’s challenge the other 15 Premier League clubs to a real derby.
After the 176 men in boots have performed the kicks, tackles, slides, dives and jumps on the lowlifes’ backsides, the 177th man shall blow the whistle and – voila! – enemies of development will turn green with envy as the stadium gets a new turf!
Only then shall I wear my adored green jersey to watch K’Ogalo, my K’Ogirlo diva in tow, in the full knowledge that she would be safe.
Mwiti is a sub editor with the Saturday Nation. firstname.lastname@example.org