The way to a nation’s heart, I think, is through its stomach. It therefore follows that the way to Kenyans’ hearts, is through maize, the country’s staple food that knows no tribe.
The evidence is all there. During campaigns, politicians slaughter bulls and brew copious amounts of liquor, and their sins are forgiven. Our functions - weddings, funerals and all - are judged by whether there was enough to go round. Even graft, our unofficial national sport, uses terms reserved for food - chicken, eating, chai and the like.