I lived in
Nyalenda for two and a half years. For those who have no idea where Nyalenda
is, it is a ‘suburb’ in Kisumu city. I intentionally use ‘suburb’ to avoid
calling it a slum as it is referred to by those who classify living standards
(or lack thereof) in an area. My sweet little house was made of baked clay
bricks finished nicely with smooth plaster on the inside, and keyed joints on
the outside beautifully sealed in with varnish. My house was different from
some of the common but not so classy mud houses which most people would
associate with Nyalenda.
In spite of
the disparity in living standards in our vast ‘estate’, the people of Nyalenda
had one thing in common. They were warm hearted and friendly to a fault. Within
the first few weeks of my residence there, I had several friends. I would
therefore often find someone to walk with as I went to work in the morning and
back home in the evening. Each of these friends would show me a different
shortcut, short here being relative because they always seemed longer than just
using the main road. The shortcuts were also complicated in much like finding
my way through a maze. You see, in most of Nyalenda, homesteads had no fences
and you were literally walking through people’s compounds who, instead of
accusing you of trespassing, always greeted you cheerfully.
Always an Alternative
My life in
Nyalenda taught me an important lesson about Kenyans. They believe there is
always an alternative way of doing something. This alternative is considered
quicker and more effective in reaching a destination or attaining an objective.
A lot of Kenyans take an inordinate amount of time trying to discover
innovative ways of doing things. This has become the new normal and those who
stick to orthodox ways of working are considered to be not so bright (or just
plain stupid).
Get-Rich-Quick
Our
ancestors were stupid. This is the belief of many with regards to ways of
making money. They ask, “Why wait for years to get rich when you can do so
today?” I know people who are on the verge of developing business plans in the
area of gambling and betting. It is now considered a legitimate way of making a
living and placed alongside trading in stocks and other high profile investment
options. Pyramid schemes are now openly promoted and people always fall for
them.
Instant Dating
I can vividly
recall the day I went to my wife’s father and asked for his daughter’s hand in
marriage. It took a lot of courage to do that but earned my marriage respect
and legitimacy. Things are now different. People are cohabiting without as much
as informing even their immediate neighbours. Even close friends are learning
of some ‘marriages’ when they break up. Welcome to the world of instant dating.
People are meeting on Facebook and moving in together within a few weeks.
Quick Sale
Whenever I
look at classified vehicle ads, I can’t help but wonder what people mean by ‘quick
sale’. It is possible to see a car with superb specs being put up for sale and
the effect getting spoilt by those two terrible words. What do people mean by
quick sale? I always get the impression that the car has some serious flaws and
the owner wants to get rid of it quickly before it falls apart on him. It is a
kind of passing the button of trouble to some unsuspecting buyer.
Instant Food and Drinks
I used to be
sent to buy premium coffee in Java for use in the office when we had many Europeans
working there. I would buy freshly roasted Kenya AA coffee beans and have them
ground to medium consistency. I would then carry the sweet smelling packages in
the car but during the short drive there, I would have enough caffeine in my
body to last a week, just from the fumes! That is how portent the quality is in
premium coffee. However, most Kenyans prefer instant coffee. They like instant
everything. Those things you get from colourful packages and just ‘add hot
water’.
Forget the
Information Age; we are living in the Shortcut Age!
P.S. A long time ago before people in
my village could afford instant coffee, there used to be coffee that had to be
boiled for hours known as ‘Kahawa No. 1’. I wonder if it still exists.
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