A good friend of mine recently reminded me that I was once heartbroken by a certain Kamba girl. We were passing by her house, so he made a joke about it, but I didn’t laugh. I let his joke dry on the road. He reminded me of Kimani Ichungwa’s father, who took in a lady who had turned him down in his youth when he was sixty-five years old and she had eight children. I told him I am not a not-for-profit organisation.
It got me thinking about love and my former obsession with Ukambani ladies. I don’t know if it was their special complexion. There are many shades of light skin tone in Kenya, but the Ukambani tone is unique. I believe genetic analysis of that skin pigmentation gene may reveal what the Khoikhoi passed on their way down South.