Let me share a bit of my truth. This does not necessarily reflect those of my tribe or those with whom I share political ideologies with. Since independence, the communities from which the President comes from have always enjoyed the larger chunk of the national cake. I didn’t live through Kenyatta Senior’s era so I can’t speak much about that time but let’s talk about the Moi era.
Kales(Kalenjins) enjoyed the majority of government jobs. Mama worked at KPTC and almost all the colleagues I met, even when she worked in Kisii were Kales (she can actually speak Kale). Growing up, any impression of a policeman was incomplete without a Kale accent. I remember in my GHC class Mr. Ayugi taught us about the Hydroelectric Dam that was constructed in West Pokot over River Turkwell, a seasonal river!!!! For our class 8 tour we traveled from Mumias to Nakuru using the Iten road (for obvious geographical reasons) but the most crazy thing was that in Baringo just near that beautiful gorge the road was fully tarmacked but guess what, we hardly met any vehicles, as a matter of fact women were using the road to dry their maize!!! Let’s contrast this to my home.
To date the nearest tarmac road is still kilometers away from my village. Let me paint y’all a picture. When driving down to my village, we get off the Kisumu-Kakamega highway at a place called Gambogi. The road is beautifully tarmacked to a place called Jebrok where the road forks with one leading to my home and the other leading to Nandi more particularly Sally Kosgei’s home. Guess which of the two roads is tarmacked? These are some of things that make me feel that communities are more Kenyan than the rest. Why wouldn’t I feel frustrated with Kales even though I know they had nothing to do it especially when they remind me that the presidency will only oscillate between them and Kikuyus..