Old Habits

Old habits die hard. I am used to jetting off somewhere on mission on weekends and this weekend finds me without a mission to jet to so you can understand my consternation. For some reason, no water has been flowing through the house taps this week and it is getting on my nerve. The politicians are busy forming parties and coalitions for the next elections, yet all I want is water flowing consistently through my taps. They want their people to live in our water catchment areas, yet want me to vote for them, and there is still no water flowing through my taps. The garbage lies in heaps, the drainage systems are filled with sewage, the roads are dusty and untarmacked and uncontrolled matatu drivers are killing pedestrians, and they want me to comment on the latest opinion polls.
So maybe I am not the only one with old habits. One thing is certain. I will not vote with the masses in the next elections. I will most likely be in the minority because none of the current crop of retirement-material will get my vote. I like what they have done with the road to my rural area but I am not happy with the free education money disappearing. I like what they have done with fiber optics but I don't like the situation with the Mau or the internally displaced people, victims of the post-election violence.
Old habits die hard, but they can die. They must go, they will go. So now to compose myself as I plan this weekend's getaway.