Ethnicity; The Reality check.

.... "until the philosophy which hold one race/tribe superior, and another inferior is finally and permanently discredited and abandoned, every where is war...until there are no longer first class and second class citizens of any nation,...until the tribe or color of a man's skin is of no more significance than the color of his eyes,...war...until the basic human rights are equally guaranteed to all without regard to race/tribe ,....war..until that day the dream of lasting peace, world citizenship, rule of international morality, will remain but a pleasing illusion to be perused but never attained,...now every where is war"... from Bob Marley "War".

When I lived in Kibera, I shared my modest crib with Onyango, Kimani,Kipng'eno, Mutisya and Abdi. Abdi and Kimani shared a bed because Abdi was new to the city. The only thing that separated 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. Kimani pushed mkokoteni at Marigiti andin the evening he will come home with a mixture of almost everythingthat 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 bathing. Played draught at weekends, in short we were more than brothers, and we remained so for 5 years - until theelections were called. It was time to part ways. We got new identities jaluo, mkamba, kaleo, Borana, walalo and Kikuyu. 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 and 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, and 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. 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 and Wanjiku is endless. Think and educate others. We are all Kenyans, Irrespective of Ethnicity, creed or Religion!!!!!!!

Posted by Protest.