Look at the chaos.

Right now, I stink.

Let me explain. It's been a while since I did anything sensible, like buy underarm deodorant or write a legislative sentence that made sense. You can tell that with the latter there are certain quarters that are rethinking everything they thought they knew about public law, because I am the guy they get sent to that they don't really want to see. I don't speak legalese but only because the little Latin they drilled into me at Shivaji U has been defenestrated by a decade of cheap hooch.

It is getting harder and harder to care about The Law these days, not that I am old or jaded. But it is getting harder. It used to be when you drafted a Universities' Act, you had a pretty good idea what it was intended to do. It was not intended to create offenders where none existed. It was supposed to tell you simple things, really, like who was in charge, what they could do, what you could do, what they couldn't do, what you couldn't do and similar shit. But read the new one and if it makes sense then you are one of the people who makes the law such a terrible, terrible burden on the ignorant and the innocent.

The law is now a weapon, wielded with malice and pettiness against the weak and the defenseless by prosecutors and lawyers alike caring little for things like social cohesion or integration. Everyone and their uncle is a lawyer - or they have a lawyer on retainer whose sole job, it seems, is to raise litigation hell every single day without a care for the consequences. It's pretty damn exhausting, specially when you are responsible for putting the statutory equivalent of an AK-47 in the hands of scarcely-grown jurist juveniles with the self-control of five-year olds with ADHD.

Watch how much havoc they wreak.

Look at the chaos that reigns in the education sector. In a few months time, when that Kaimenyi fella is reading out the results of the KCPE and the KCSE, the consequences of the law and their lawyers who wield it like AKs will be plain to see. Then more lawyers will get in on the act pretending to clear up the mess but in reality lining their pockets like their brethren who created the mess in the first place. Or fingerprints, learned colleagues, are all over the scenes of crime. It is time we confessed our crimes and begged for mercy. I fear we won't. Look at the chaos.

About that underarm deodorant: only She gets to decide. So back off!