Of delayed rains, Mau and our ‘crazy gods’

“The gods must be crazy” is one of those films we all watched. It depicted a Khoisan man who was tasked with the job of getting rid of a bottle that had divided his tribe. They had lost their sense of oneness owing to the selfish approach to the use of the bottle. They decided that since they could not share it, then they must of necessity, get rid of it. Through that journey, the village found peace. In Kenya, however, we kept our bottles and our gods are still crazy.

The high jinks in that movie are nothing compared to the absurdity of real life for any Kenyan. Where the Khoisan knew nothing, Kenyans know everything, but still act as if the bush is their home. Civilisation for us is only clothing deep, our character still as naked as we were when we evolved from capeman.