Before the fire dies down, let me present my views. And remember that this article is proud work of one of the participants, a hardcore stone-thrower who honed his skills while hunting for birds in the bushes of his native rural home.

Before you are quick to judge me, you do better remember the wise adage: He who wears the shoe knows where it pinches the most. Ever since the infamous student organization of Nairobi was disbanded, a vacuum has emerged. The apparent lack of student leaders has unleashed Hitler-like opportunists out to ride on the goodwill that the leadership-lacking student populace offers. And the result is that the cutthroat competition among the various wannabes has made them spent sleepless nights dreaming up ingenious ways to boost their ratings… The results are all there for you to see.
And still the legacy left by the fiery radicals of the 1980s and 1990s, of men such as Orengo, Wanjala and Adungosi looms like a domineering shadow. Aspiring student leaders must exhibit such brazen defiance of the existing system otherwise they meet their judgment at the ballot. Not to forget the treasure chest that is SONU’s funds, is tempting, making them itch to dip their fingers into it. Politicians also sponsor them to conduct their campaigns. David Osiany and Dann Mwangi, recent chairmen of the outfit are now in the rank of millionaires, enjoying the ‘fruits’ of their wealth.
As for the students, the stresses of living on a peanut HELB token, the ever rising cost of living in Nairobi, extremely tough exams coupled with the tempting Nairobi lifestyle all mix up to produce a red-eyed stone-throwing hooligan who subconsciously thinks the society is to blame for his plight. A little spark is all that is needed to set the simmering fire ablaze. And the ‘student leaders’ sound the first war cry. The resulting aftermath of the release of these pent-up emotions is there for all to see. Thank your Gods GSU exists otherwise Nairobi would belong to us and the military. We would happily name it Hooligans County.
There was once a time a friend of mine told me that somehow they stone motorists because it is very infuriating to see a guy driving a fuel-guzzling Range Rover when the amount used to fuel the behemoth in a day can push him the whole month. And he did not forget to add, tongue-in-cheek, that these men come to snatch our girlfriends, tempting them with what we lack: Money. And we all know how a cuckolded man can be creative when it’s payback time.
While I sympathize with motorists and other sufferers who bear the brunt of this craziness, we must remember that some of the same whiners once threw stones too when they were students. It is a unique Kenyan identity that we must preserve at all costs. Even oaths made by some employers never to employ a University of Nairobi student won’t kill this tradition. Why, because you taught us and it is our CULTURE!