for instance, over the last two years i have witnessed a funny trend which has continued to perfectuate itself every day in nairobi. if yu wish just take a ride with me on a friday evening and we start with thika road from choma zone through tana hills, roasters, blue springs, homeland all the way to KU, and yu will notice that kyuks have virtually chased away all other tribes living along this corridor from neighbourhood pubs. how? they continuously play those funny inaudible tunes of theirs which tend to be more related to waltz than any bantu music. in most cases it is a one man/woman guitar thing but nobody seems to get the mori to jump to heir feets for a jig. it is simply boring. the same senario is repeated in kariobangi area.

when yu move to mombasa road, embakasi, mulolongo, or even south B/C, nairobi west or langata yu find people from all over the country mixing freely and enjoying a variety of music.

move to kawangware and its environs and surprisingly the thika road senario is photocopied. whats up guys.

just associate with people who are willing to associate with others, be it in marriage, business, politics or in any other way of socializing and yu will never regrete. force ourself on some of these antisocial selfish goons and you will have just yourself alone to blame. i gave up after trying for quite long. now i am even teaching my small ones how to be careful with some people. for i am a true kenyan. it all belongs to us but if yu wish yu can isolate yaself and leave the rest together. shauri yako.

Let us stop our hypocrisy and look inwards. It is only we the people who can tell our hate spewing politicians (who claim to represent us) to take a hike. No government on earth can legislate against what we feel inside. People must look at their own hearts. It is not beyond us because many of you know how relations in our country have cut across boundaries of race creed and clan and nationality.

Just in passing I believe that the name you mention above is actually Wanjiku. As the the appropriateness, perhaps that is the crux of the matter

Let me quote from a famous play by Saddam Mutiso

“……….’Tis but thy name that is my enemy;
Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.
What’s Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot,
Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part
Belonging to a man. O, be some other name!
What’s in a name? that which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet;…….”

thanks.

The friction we see is between those that identify with our pre-colonial tribes and those that identify with the newer emerging tribe of Kenya. The Kenyan tribe identifies with all that is Kenyan and thus the nationalistic outlook as compared to the narrower tribal outlook. I see this schism in my own family, they say all the politically correct things however, their actions and unguarded comments make me realize what tribe they really identify with.

I believe that eventually the Kenyan tribe will grow with future generations, unfortunately the Kenyan tribe is still a minority tribe and dose not has a large constituency.

We need to be able to express economic and social interests in class terms and the left, center and right ideological divide that modern political thought is based on, not tribal affiliation.

If perhaps we all work at being human, then I’ll be proud that other Kenyans are Kenyans, and perhaps they’ll be proud of me as well.

At the end of the day human beings want to belong somewhere and forget that even though we’re different we are still part of the human race.

All I’m saying is that instead of constantly uttering -mimi ni mzalendo- act it, and let evetyone else believe it.

Less talk and more action is what we all need to practice – look at where Wangari Maathai is, her actions shout loud and clear!