Nairobi; Kenya: There was a time when oral literature was thought to exist only in the dusty villages. A view held by grey haired, wrinkled and wizened literature professors in colleges and universities, most of them school curriculum deciders. That time in question not long ago.
When I was undertaking my undergraduate literature studies at the University of Nairobi, we made two literature course work trips; 2009, to Maasai land where we spent about a week boarding in a Kajiado bush lodge by night and listening to Maasai women sing and old men tell us proverbs that walked down from heaven with their cows by day.