While campaigning, we ate at the same kibanda, discussed our issues with you, phoned you easily, knew where social functions were, whether burial, prayers, wedding, or fundraiser. You knew unmade and unworthy roads; you knew that the voice of the people is the voice of God. You knew school children were sent for fees, taxes are choking us, and youths are unemployed. It's this broad know-how that convinced me you were the man for the job. On that fateful day, early in the morning, fired with hope for a better life and against the biting cold and horror of darkness, I voted for you. But now, compare my fate with yours: I hardly sleep, fed as you eat sumptuous meals; I hardly visit the next town as you travel all over the world. My brothers and sisters miss school frequently due to fee problems, while your children study abroad and attend private schools. You said the coffers were empty, but you bought posh cars. Mheshimiwa, did you forget you had the vaccine to our problems? I have resolved: cheat me once, shame on you; cheat me twice, shame on me.
