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Via Ndungu Harun

Yesterday was all chaos, and violence from right to left as players in UDA exchanged jabs from the ground, water and air. It was a complete pandemonium, that caught everyone by surprise but took me down the memory lane to the early 2000s.

We would be on a semi-dark dance floor with disco lights on at club Dimples or Coco Savanna in Nakuru dancing to Mr. Googs and Vini Banton, "Na wasee tumetoka Githurai, (Githurai), tumekam kukupa rhymes zingine dry-y fry, tuki-fry whack MCs ka mayai kwa kara-ai, ikiwa zimeshika sema my, oh my!!", then out of nowhere, bottles and chairs would be flying all over, people throwing jabs and kicks' and once the DJ turned the spotlights on, 90% of the people on the dancing floor would be bleeding and the rest nursing broken ribs, arms and legs.

The funniest bit about all this is that once the security took charge of the situation and arrests were made, none of the culprits could tell how the fight started but it just spread from one corner of the dancing floor to the other. The genesis of these kinds of fights was someone grabbing another person's partner on the dancing floor, then the person throws a jab which misses and hits another person who hits another and the whole semi-dark dancing floor catches the flu from that first person's cough. Only the three (The person who's partner was grabbed, the partner and the grabber) knew how the whole fight started.

Now in the case of the UDA Pandemonium, only Riggy G can pin point on the genesis of all that happen-ed (ing), but the rest just found themselves on a political semi-dark dance floor dancing to Peter Kigia's "Reke Tumanwo" and when they heard a commotion at Riggy G's corner during a confrontation between him and Sudi who had disrespectfully grabbed his girl known as the Second in Command, they picked bottles and chairs and started throwing at each other. What we are now left with are politicians bleeding and some nursing broken ribs, arms and legs.