Our Man in Nairobi
Onyango Oketch
Don’t yawn yet, bear with me. Events proceed in Kenya as if incessantly choreographed by the same mischievous and manic hand schooled in dance mania. The political classes will have the same home comings, the activist classes their slick workshops and seminars and the youth is all, well – dances and dance styles. Our members of parliament live in the same quiet contemplative neighborhoods, shop in the same malls and send their kids to the same pricey schools. They do most things in unison – even conspire not to pay taxes together. Yet as is their past time, they have perfected the art of the squabble. With clockwork precision, thrust a rolling camera in their faces upon podiums and they go apish.
A Conversation with Abidemi Adedayo Olowonira