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time when he had been a crucial member of the Kenyan cricket team – one of only two Indians – an all-rounder, opening batsman and spinner. Back then it had been about sportsmanship, teamwork and passion, focusing on making your country proud; none of this desiring after celebrity status, fighting like dogs over who deserved the highest salary. He is upset to find that corruption and match fixing have finally sneaked a chokehold around his most cherished memory. Idiots! he exclaims to himself. A bunch of chubby idiots running this country, ruining everything. As if to prove a point, he turns to the front of the paper and lands on an article. Ah! he says to no one and everyone, jabbing his finger at the page. Ah!
    ELECTORAL MISCONDUCT , the headline reads and he clucks his tongue. Who would have thought otherwise? He lets his eyes roam.
The campaign period has begun and already it is marked by increased cases of violence targeting female candidates. The attacks, aimed at instilling fear and intimidating the candidates and their supporters, have been condemned both locally and internationally but no arrests have been made.
    Of course not ,scoffs Raj and continues reading.
Campaigns of widespread election irregularities, including the sale of voter identification cards, voter relocation and the use of state machinery in campaigns, are now staining what most Kenyans have been hoping will be a peaceful and fair pre-election period. The Kenya National Human Rights Commission released details earlier of certain instances in which state resources were used to conduct party business. Although authorities have launched investigations into such corrupt activities, the investigations have not resulted in any official reporting or prosecutions and have been tacitly accepted by the ECK and the government.
    Raj pauses to look out of the window. Luna is hunting in the daisies for a lizard, head down sniffing, her tail cutting through his wife’s strategically placed flowers. He thinks of what a magnificent country this is. Where else can you get sunny weather all year round? In what other city can you go on a safari just forty minutes from your house? To be surrounded by unspoiled ground, you were reminded of the world – you could never lose your sense of humanity here, your respect for Mother Nature and God.
    He also has everything he needs for his business: an open, willing market, cheap – albeit regularly dishonest – labor, and customers with money coming out of their ears. If only ,he thinks, looking down at the newspaper with a shaking head. If only.
    In the early seventies, the Kenyan East-Indian community was thrown into turmoil following Idi Amin’s order for the expulsion of all Asians from Uganda, giving them just ninety days to pack up whatever they could and leave. The crisis had swept into the adjoining East African countries such as Kenya and Tanzania and, although they weren’t under any direct political threat, many Asians began to flee these countries as well in search of protection under Her Majesty’s Crown, either in England or Canada. This included his mother, sister, cousins and countless friends. But Raj had kept his heels in the fertile, red Kenyan soil and refused to go with them.
    â€˜This is my home,’ he had told them. ‘My family is here, our business that we built from the ground up is here. I’ll be damned if I let some greedy politician take it over.’
    They had cajoled, manipulated and finally begged but he had ignored them.
    â€˜I have as much a right to be here as anyone,’ he had insisted over and over again and they had put it down to the infamous Kohli pride and left him. He had been full of blind, patriotic trust in his country and the new government, heady off the numerous possibilities of their recently acquired independence. They would achieve greatness, he had been sure of it. With the right amount of dedication and the correct