Early this year, my friends and I had a very heated debate on one very sensitive and weirdly interesting topic; tribalism.
So we sort out to verify. Just how deep rooted this vice is in our beloved mother land.
Many are the times we’ll brush it aside and cover it all with a broad smile. I mean, Kenya hakuna matata. Right? WRONG!
As much as we’d love to deny it, tribalism thrives in our midst, solely feeding on ideas that are utterly primitive and fueled by a “we are greater and better” attitude emanating from a couple of very self-centered cohorts.
One of my pals narrated about how he never landed himself a lucrative job opportunity despite him being qualified.
Simply put, a good number of KENYANS returned home jobless and hurt simply because of the tribe they hail from. I bet ones skills and qualifications no longer matter.
It’s devastating. It’s demoralizing.
My heart bleeds every time I witness a case of tribalism.
I won’t offer solutions. That has already been done by one too many people.
I’ll just acknowledge that indeed this is a major sore on our backsides and may be hope that one day Zorro (or some other super hero from my childhood days) will come and tackle this bandit once and for all. Till then,this son of a gun is here to stay.
Someone tell me,