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Miguna’s memoir annoyed many, but it was the book of the year

Saturday December 29 2012

Miguna Miguna during the launch of his book titled Peeling Back the Mask at the Intercontinental Hotel, Nairobi on July 14, 2012. PHOTO | FILE

Miguna Miguna during the launch of his book titled Peeling Back the Mask at the Intercontinental Hotel, Nairobi on July 14, 2012. PHOTO | FILE NATION MDIA GROUP

By JOYCE NYAIRO

The reception of Miguna Miguna’s political memoir reflected three key things about our political culture. First, a tendency towards absolute intolerance to divergent views. Second, the use of ethnicity as a unit of literary analysis.

Third, our readerly habits, which are largely elliptical and second-hand — skipping large portions of the text and relying exclusively on what others have said about a text to form an opinion on it.

There were full-fledged combative riots at launches of Miguna’s book, but no full-fledged reviews of the book to suggest that some people actually read it from cover to cover! Commentators in the press and on broadcasting benches were united by one thing: none of them had read the book in its entirety.

If they had read the whole text — rather than scanned the selective serialisation in the press or listened to Miguna at various interviews — we would not have heard so much aimless speculation about the identity of the facilitators of this book project!

The answer to that question is on page 562 under Acknowledgements.

Shallow debates

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There is nothing new or peculiar in these shallow debates on Peeling Back the Mask. In the two decades that I taught Literature at Moi University, I experienced one rather depressing thing — very many literate Kenyans (even the ones studying Literature!) are absolutely averse to reading anything that runs over 50 pages.

They prefer to skim through what others have said about the text than to learn first-hand from the text. The comments sections of our online dailies are the peak of this ultra-Kenyan form of criticism — making a comment on preceding comments very often without any reference to the issues raised in the article or the news item under discussion.

Another enduring practice in Kenyan criticism is ad hominem engagement that reminds me of high school sports in my day and the dubious advice that hockey coaches sometimes gave to irredeemably weak teams — if you can’t get the ball, get the opponents’ ankles or shins.

In Kenya’s culture of passive-aggressive criticism, this unprofessional practice of hitting the player rather than the ball is manifested in vicious attacks of the author based on perceived personal traits and in ways that totally shut out the original argument.

It reduces the debate to a hateful personal attack shaped by three main assumptions: ethnic identity, political affiliation and economic status.

Any honest critic of Peeling Back the Mask should start by commending Miguna for having the dogged discipline to sit down and write.

Writing of this kind is both a lonely and a humbling exercise and few able and (intellectually) endowed Kenyans have had the discipline to contribute to the nation’s history by telling us their stories.

It takes nothing short of military discipline for one to (walk away from the idle chatter in Nairobi’s bars and coffeehouses), sit still before a blank page and dare to fill it up with cogent thoughts that bare one’s soul and intellect.

And in the cycle of appointments to and dismissal from high office, very few Kenyans have had the mental fortitude to stare down our blood-thirsty media and turn their misfortune into an opportunity.

We must salute Miguna’s courage in refusing to feel useless or to wallow in self-pity at a time when his whole world appeared to be crumbling at his feet.

However, Miguna’s contribution to our nation’s history suffers from some critical errors in the rendering of that past. He tells us that the Constitution was “amended in 1983 to make Kenya a de jure one party state” (p.52). The Constitution was actually amended in 1981.

Miguna rightly depicts the University of Nairobi in the mid 1980s as an institution that danced to the whims of the Moi Government. But he stretches this argument unduly when he lists books that were banned in those years including those by Ngugi wa Thiong’o ( p56).

I was a post-graduate student of Literature at the University of Nairobi when Miguna was an undergraduate so I know that he is wrong about the banning of Ngugi’s books not just because I regularly bought them at the university bookshop, but because my lecturers taught them in class and I wrote copious term essays and examination answers on Ngugi. I studied A Grain of Wheat for my A levels.

Dr. Eddah Gachukia taught me The River Between and The Black Hermit in the first year of my undergraduate.

Decolonizing the Mind, Devil on the Cross and Petals of Blood were core reading in my MA ‘Criticism of African Fiction’ course and I have a vivid memory of buying Detained, Moving the Centre and Matigari from Prestige Bookshop on Mama Ngina Street. So when were Ngugi’s books banned? From where? By whom? Is anyone in possession of the Gazette Notice that stipulated this ban?

I have detailed my prescribed engagement with Ngugi’s work in high school and throughout my years at the University of Nairobi to support my argument that Miguna’s word is not gospel.

Using the doctrine of logical assumptions, we can conclude that if this aspect of Miguna’s account of the Moi years is incorrect, there are likely to be other errors in his rendering of the Kibaki and the nusu mkate years — a tendency to paint Government as unduly brutal, backward and interfering, the economy as hopeless beyond redemption.

It is the psyche of the African exile that Ike Oguine defines in A Squatter’s Tale, a need to continually justify one’s absence from the motherland.

While one might account for Miguna’s tendency to expect the worst from successive Kenyan governments, there is no excuse for his failure to get right fundamental facts about who served in government when.

Errors of this kind make some of his claims simply ridiculous. For instance, on pp.145-6 he argues that the reason Kikuyus and Kisiis constituted “more than 60 percent of the Kenyan diaspora community in the early 1990s was because “up to that point, only Gikuyus and Kisiis had served as ministers of Finance… it is conceivable that those ministers were only assisting members of their ethnic communities to get scholarships or obtain the necessary foreign exchange to travel abroad.”

Musalia Mudavadi, a Luhya, was Finance minister in 1993 before Simeon Nyachae, a Kisii, was appointed to the ministry in 1997. And Simeon Nyachae’s son, Charles, has never served as a Cabinet minister as Miguna states on p.156.

Rather shifty

Miguna’s account of the chronology of the election-related violence of 2007/2008 is rather shifty. He forgets that in the Rift Valley, forced evictions started as early as September 2007 in Kuresoi constituency.

He omits to mention that on the eve of the elections, a young man wearing a PNU T-shirt was killed by a mob in Kibera. Miguna does not seem to recall the killing of Administration Policemen in Nyanza on December, 26 2007.

His outrage over the shooting of “thousands of Luo youth” in Kisumu and Nairobi washes out the story of the thousands of Kikuyu and Kisii peasants mercilessly killed in Uasin Gishu, Trans Nzoia, Kericho and Nandi in the four weeks of January 2008 BEFORE Mungiki’s brutal revenge attacks in Naivasha on Sunday 27 January, 2008.

Miguna’s fury with the violence of the security forces is palpable and repeatedly expressed. These emotions are absent in his account of the burning of women and children in the Kiambaa church near Eldoret on New Year’s Day 2008. Miguna mentions it in a bland and fleeting tone devoid of indignation or compassion.

So this is not a matter of outrage at wanton destruction of human lives but of which human lives. Those of suspected PNU sympathisers command no raised tone of voice, no persistent and repeated mention and fury.

And this coming from an indefatigable human rights defender, a vocal advocate of individual rights who tells us later in the story (p.559) that he has “never subscribed to the belief that all struggles need martyrs”!

And in documenting the fall-out after the announcement of the presidential election, nowhere does Miguna, the master of broadcasting injustice, proffer an opinion on the tortured land question and cycle of dispossession that was tied to ODM’s demands over a stolen election and used to justify the horrors in the Rift Valley.

The slant on this chronology of post election violence and Miguna’s guarded reference to Raila refusing to join his troops at the frontline of the battle, of Raila carelessly holding numerous uncensored conversations on his cell phone at the height of the conflict suggests that Miguna knows a whole lot more about the violence of 2007/2008 than he is willing to say.

He stated as much at the book launch in Nairobi and subsequently in serial television interviews but he is nowhere more convincing about this hidden information than in the ellipsis, erasure and blurred chronology that colour his account of those “No Raila, No Peace” weeks in 2008.

First class education

Miguna’s account of his exile years in Toronto speaks of a man with focus and fortitude. He could so easily have chosen the path of defeat or indolence and become a permanent dependent on the Canadian state.

By his account he left fellow exiled Kenyans in the safe-houses provided by the Canadian government and ventured out, defying migration protocol to get himself a job and a first class education.

We have rarely heard the story of the life that Kenya’s exiles lead abroad and of the vagaries of diaspora existence so Miguna’s account, while scant, is a welcome addition to that chapter of post-colonial Kenyan life just as much as his story of a deprived childhood in rural Nyanza adds to our stock of knowledge about the failures of a centralised government to provide uniform opportunities for citizens across the length and breadth of the country.

Miguna has a persuasive style and a clever way with words. It draws you into his story and compels you to keep reading. This gift of the gab and witty turn of phrase is characterised by a penchant for overkill, as if he has to cook everything twice!

On page 195, he describes the reckless way in which, in the run-up to the 2007 General Election, catering at ODM headquarters was left to chance — unsupervised by any party official and dependent on the generosity of businessmen struggling to ingratiate themselves with the party’s leadership.

Miguna dramatically sums up the risks of this loose arrangement by stating “Everyone in ODM, including the senior most leaders, could have been poisoned and wiped out within minutes”!

Later, Miguna summarises the revolving loops of bureaucracy that Rtd Justice Ben Luta has been sent through at the PM’s office by remarking rather gratuitously but with a good dose of black humour — “As you are reading this, Justice Luta is still walking the pavements between the Treasury and BP House. (p.359)”

But even with his dexterity with the English language, Miguna’s book is cumbersome for several reasons. First, there is the tedious preponderance of a self-righteous tone.

To get past the nausea of Miguna’s claims to alarming genius and total success in 98.75 percent of all the things he has undertaken in this life, the reader must continually remind her/himself that the purpose of all memoirs is to justify one’s existence.

To find suitable reasons for actions in the past, to lend clarity and focus to one’s vision; a purpose to one’s struggles and to establish an ideological basis for one’s choices is the rationale of memoir writing.

Seen in this way, one grows to expect Miguna to heap accolades on himself at every turn. Had he written this book with the help of a ruthless editor he would have overcome this penchant for excessive self-praise and the vulgar ease with which he repeatedly calls others “idiots”, “buffoons”, “goons”, “clueless”, “sycophants” and “over-paid comedians”.

Dispassionate editors and ghost-writers play a key role in the writing of autobiographies — they temper the narrative, they balance the unduly harsh or unreasonably besotted take on oneself and they modulate the tone to one of whimsical or studied reflection rather than prolonged high voltage anger.

For instance, the measured, nostalgic and temperate tone of the immensely successful Harry Belafonte — tireless civil rights activist, popular musician and UNICEF Ambassador — makes his 2011 memoir, My Song (written with Michael Shnayerson), an inspiring read.

In the final chapter of Peeling Back the Mask, Miguna tries to overcome the weakness of lacking an interlocutor to prompt his biography by including the details of a January 2012 telephone conversation between himself and his octogenarian friend, Dick Abuor Okumu.

Miguna seems to have hogged all the airtime during that call so we learn very little from Dick about Miguna’s predicament. So Miguna rehashes his anger, his unwavering stand on justice, individual rights, the Raila succession in Luo Nyanza and his sworn refusal to work with Raila ever again (I desist from expressing any incredulity at the long and meek silence with which Dick listens to Miguna’s lecture and yields to Miguna’s perspective since I do not know their relationship or the dynamics of cross-generational relations in the Luo culture).

Interminable repetition

Miguna’s literary style is bogged down by interminable repetition and yet what we normally expect from memoirs is a sequence of events. Repetition highlights key themes, recurring concerns and dramatises critical ideas.

It is also a way of validating one’s narrative — if you say something often enough, it rings with truth and becomes embedded in the reader’s memory as such. But Miguna’s repetition is somewhat indisciplined, unrelentingly running back and forth across the chapters, quoting long sections from various correspondence some of which is ultimately attached in the book’s Appendix. Who edited this book?

Are the last two chapters of Peeling Back the Mask necessary? They introduce no new information rewinding and replaying instead what we have already heard ad nauseaum. But they do give Miguna room to dwell on the political significance of one of the facilitators of this book.

Also, they magnify the extent of the pain and outrage Miguna felt upon his dismissal from the PM’s office; allow him to vent and find catharsis. These chapters project Miguna’s fears after the botched-up attempt to reinstate him and create a justification for his whistle-blowing.

Linked to his earlier account of election campaign financing Miguna’s fears gain import. Indeed, Peeling Back the Mask should force us to ask urgent questions about how presidential candidates raise the money for their campaigns.

If it resembles the den of deal-making, dodgy MoUs and shadowy foreign volunteers that Miguna has described, then we should know for certain that this cloak and dagger campaign system will never, ever give us an independent or impartial president.

Ultimately, we must salute Miguna. Though there are moments in Peeling Back the Mask when it is not clear whether he is writing a political biography or penning a treatise on The Geopolitics of International Judicial Systems, Miguna has nonetheless shamed those whose experiences in public life should have been made available to the public but who were or are either too lazy, too cagey, too mean-spirited, too distracted or too overwhelmed by the vagaries of life in retirement to sit down and write their story (how many times have you wished that the late Director of Special Branch James Kanyotu had written his biography and resolved for us once and for all the mystery of the real killers of Pinto, Mboya, JM, Kungu Karumba ?)

Miguna’s writing annoyed many. But, he has succeeded in taking us Kenyans beyond our preferred culture of orality and empty archives bereft of a record of the artifacts we invented, the ideas we debated, the value that we added, the opportunities we lost and those that we squandered.

Dr Joyce Nyairo is an independent scholar. [email protected]