Tiiga Waana
Elder Lister
The Gikuyu People are known worldwide as a very proud, respectable and industrious People.
Anthropologist tracing their history and roots are always astonished by their resilience, enterprise and industry even way before colonisation.
The Arabs slave-drivers lived to tell a tale when they tried capturing them for the Trans-Antlantic trade.
They were swiftly attacked, repelled and massacred and had to detour Gikuyu Country when going west to the interior of Africa.
One of the pillars of Gikuyu success in Enterprise is that they believed in hard work. Everybody was expected to pull their weight. There were no freebies, and freeloaders were hated, loathed and despised. They were derisory termed as Ahoi.
Kenya Kwisha knowing this Gikuyu’s strength is now chiselling it away with free nyama na muchere at Sagana Lodge.
Gikuyus are now slowly and steadily being turned into Ahoi.
My question is, who bewitched us to an extent that we waste a day lining up to be humiliatingly served a plate of nyama na muchere?
This is unprecedented surely. I remember clearly when we were youngsters growing up in Ngandu and we were prohibited from eating at strangers’ houses.
What happened in the meantime Senators?
Anthropologist tracing their history and roots are always astonished by their resilience, enterprise and industry even way before colonisation.
The Arabs slave-drivers lived to tell a tale when they tried capturing them for the Trans-Antlantic trade.
They were swiftly attacked, repelled and massacred and had to detour Gikuyu Country when going west to the interior of Africa.
One of the pillars of Gikuyu success in Enterprise is that they believed in hard work. Everybody was expected to pull their weight. There were no freebies, and freeloaders were hated, loathed and despised. They were derisory termed as Ahoi.
Kenya Kwisha knowing this Gikuyu’s strength is now chiselling it away with free nyama na muchere at Sagana Lodge.
Gikuyus are now slowly and steadily being turned into Ahoi.
My question is, who bewitched us to an extent that we waste a day lining up to be humiliatingly served a plate of nyama na muchere?
This is unprecedented surely. I remember clearly when we were youngsters growing up in Ngandu and we were prohibited from eating at strangers’ houses.
What happened in the meantime Senators?