Forget athletics-poking our noses into other people’s affairs is our national pastime. We make it our business to know what’s going on in other people’s lives. Anywhere you are in this Jamhuri, you are surrounded by voluntary spies and freelance broadcasters who work for free. Every Kenyan you come across is a tabloid on two legs, seeking an audience.
If someone whispers to you ‘have you heard this’, then brace yourself for some juicy gossip. If you are a real Kenyan, you grab a seat, edge closer to the person then get thrilled. If the story is really scandalous, you buy the person a drink of appreciation. Alternatively, you reciprocate by telling that person an equally juicy one, lest you appear rude.