We are in Eldoret. A friend of a friend invited me because his friend was doing a housewarming bash. Built a massive, tacky, and garish house—expensive if not extravagant. The kind that politicians like to build. I am not surprised, but I remain unimpressed.
Specifically, we are in Kapsoya, which I hear is like what Milimani is in Kisumu, or what Nyari is to Nairobi. There are a lot of Sudanese here, but then again, there are a lot of Sudanese everywhere. Everyone is speaking Kalenjin, which sounds about right, and from first glance, you’d think I am Kalenjin too. I am wearing a ka-ruto hat, and I don’t seem affected by the fuel hike. What fuel hike? If I were to park the car and get out nobody would take me for a visitor; I could be the guy who supplies meat to the residents’ houses. I could be on my way home to my girl.
