When
I lived in Kibera, I shared my modest crib with Onyango,Kimani,
Kipngeno,Mutisya and Abdi. Abdi and Kimani shared a bed because Abdi was
new to the city.
The
only thing that seperated our "bedrooms" was a "leso", an old dirty bed
sheet and a black polythene sheet that Mutisya had picked on his way
from Industrial area.
We shared everything and we showered in shifts and on alternate Sundays. Life was hard but we were happy.
We shared everything and we showered in shifts and on alternate Sundays. Life was hard but we were happy.
Kimani
pushed mkoko at Marigiti and in the evening he will come home with a
mixture of almost everything that was sold at the market.
From
it, we made a stew. Everyday it tasted distinctly different and
authentic even though the ingredients remained the same, the quantity
varied.
Sometimes the pilipili or dania will be in plenty hence the taste of the day.
We listened to Kameme together and KBC salamu za hodi hodi together and shared ushindi bar soap for washing and geisha Kubwa for bat
hing. Played draught at weekends.
In short we were more than brothers, and we remained so for 5 years until the elections were called. It was time to part ways.
hing. Played draught at weekends.
In short we were more than brothers, and we remained so for 5 years until the elections were called. It was time to part ways.
We
got new identities jaluo, mkamba, kaleo, sapere,walalo and Banye.
Identifying ourselves with the rich politicians we shared a language
with was the thing,
not the poor we had been with for years.
The wealthy man from my tribe won the election I headed to the same room I had shared for five years with people of my class, albeit with some election posters to deco our crib.
The wealthy man from my tribe won the election I headed to the same room I had shared for five years with people of my class, albeit with some election posters to deco our crib.
Mheshimiwa headed for Grand Regency to celebrate. That night we slept without food.
After
a while things came back to normal we were back to sharing everything
with Abdi, musyoka Onyango etc. Whenever there was bereavement amongst
us, we all attended.
Just
the poor people. Mheshimiwa was busy on the beach. But when Mheshimiwa
got bereaved I mourned for him for weeks, even though I won't be let to
go past his gate.
When
he engaged in Corruption, I defended him fiercely just because he spoke
my Language, to cut short.....I voted for mheshimiwa, he lives big but
life for me, Onyango, Kimani, Abdi is still the same.
What if we had voted for one of us regardless of his tribe, could life be different??????? Identify with your own true tribe. RICH or POOR are the real tribes of Kenya.
What if we had voted for one of us regardless of his tribe, could life be different??????? Identify with your own true tribe. RICH or POOR are the real tribes of Kenya.
However the latter are the Majority and are ruled by the minority.
Poor
people rise up and fight for your rights Did you know the only common
thing between you and your much cherished Mheshimiwa is the language.
Nothing else NOTHING!!!!!!!!! But the list of common things you share with Musyoka, Onyango, Abdi is endless.Think and Educate other Kenyans and ask them to join www.muicbook.com
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