Saturday, October 31, 2015

A Review of Blossoms of Savannah by Henry Ole Kulet



Maasai Cultural Intricacies: FGM and Changing Social Perspectives
Taiyo and Resian appropriately epitomise the complexities of changing times insofar as culture is concerned. In this novel, Ole Kulet demonstrates the challenges plaguing traditional African mores in the face of contemporary trends that threaten to dismantle such structures that most people have strove to hang onto or even at times to institutionalise. It is a story that casts two daughters on a collision path with their parents and their community’s cultural beliefs.
Their parents, Mr Kaelo and Mama Milanoi symbolise the dilemma for many African families that find themselves torn between urban lives and the rural one. It appears that Kaelo’s time in the town of Nakuru has come to an end since Agribix Limited his employer has closed shop. However, Kaelo seems to have prepared for this eventuality as we are informed that he has decided to set up an agrovet distributing shop in his rural home town of Nasila. However, as we come to discover much later Kaelo’s venture into business is tainted by financial aid from a thrifty unscrupulous business man who usurps his financial and moral authority over his family.
Indeed both Taiyo and Resian have a bad premonition about going back to the rural village where their father hails from. They are both at their prime age having been denied the rich cultural milieu of the Maa people. They are aspiring to join Egerton University to quench their thirst for education. As Resian says, she would like to be called Dr. Resian Kaelo, if only their father would allow them to join the university so that she can pursue a course in Veterinary Science. Unbeknown to them, their father’s and mother’s thoughts have begun to be beleaguered by cultural expectations from which they have been shielding their daughters from. Mama Milanoi’s biggest fear is the fact that her daughters are Intoiye Nemengalana – the derogatory term for uncircumcised women amongst the Maasai.
As a matter of fact, the novel depicts the unenviable position that families who have straddled between two different types of lives find themselves in. They are neither town people nor rural people. The chasm between being recognised as urbanites or rural folks depicts the main conflict in the story. This is because the Kaelos will have to redefine themselves no longer as people of Nakuru but orphans of Nasila. As a result, the Kaelos will have to find ingenious ways to battle the expectations of the Nasila people. The breaking down of one of the lorries could insinuate the challenges on their journey towards being integrated into the lifestyle of the Nasila people.
The sojourn from Nakuru to Nasila foreshadows a clash between the beliefs of the young girls who represent the way of life of urban people and that of the indigenous Nasila habitats who strongly believe in the adherence to communal beliefs like female circumcision. Thus, the expectations of the two sets of people are at odds with each other thereby signifying the inevitable clash and the potential fallout of Resian and Taiyo with their parents. The fallout is compounded by the father’s indebtedness to Oloisudori – a cruel businessman whose evil nature precedes his name. In fact, the text describes Oloisudori as part of the people who have desecrated the Maa culture allegorically referring to how Nasila river was being polluted by chemicals and other poisonous pollutants.
 Although the Kaelo’s can to a certain extent pride themselves in being proactive towards change, their faith is greatly tested when the parents have to host a party in order to be received back into the Ilmolelian clan fold and the bigger Nasila cultural family. It is during this occasion that the demands on the Kaelo’s family begin to appear clearer. For once, the girls realise that being female is disadvantageous amongst the Maasai. A man, Joseph Parmuat, is tasked with the responsibility of coaching the girls about their culture implying the lack of faith on the part of the society towards women’s ability to educate themselves. This is one example of the varied instances through which the community’s culture is depicted as being biased towards women folk. Others include FGM, dowry and marriage negotiations, choosing a partner, education and career amongst others.
A story within the story is told about the myth on FGM and the rise of the fame of the Enkamuratani (female circumciser) and her tool of trade the olmurunya (razor-sharp blade). Like most other cultural beliefs, it has been adopted and perfected over time such that no one dares to challenge it. On the contrary, modernisation, especially through formal education, has brought about a splinter group headed by Minik ene Nkoitoi famously known as Emakererei. She is educated and she believes in individual choices and the pursuit of one’s dreams. It is a position that has seen her alienated from the community – considered an outcast who is out to undermine the authority of Maasai elders. However, she ends up being the voice of reason and the source of hope for most girls like Resian and Taiyo.
Kaelo succumbs to the pressures of his community and selfishly trades his daughter to Oloisudori. Although he would like to present himself as remorseful and a victim of Oloisudori’s greed, we are persuaded to see him as inconsiderate, authoritarian and uncaring towards the desires of his daughters. Indeed, this is clearer from the beginning of the novel when he callously mistreats Resian because he had hoped to get a son for his second child. Resian’s troubled spirit later in life is attributed to this open hostility from her father although she finds solace in her sister’s protective care.
Resian’s adamant spirit pays off when she triumphs over the treacherous snares before her to survive death narrowly. She escapes marriage to Oloisudori only to end up in the hands of Olarinkoi who lures her with the false promise of taking her into safety but he intends to marry her for himself. She has to physically fight him off in order to rebuff an attempted sexual assault, overcome sickness and eventually find help through Nabaru who takes her to Minik’s farm. It is at Minik’s farm that she is reunited with Taiyo, who is unlucky because the olmurunya has been applied on her and she has lost a dear friend Parmuat who dies rescuing her. It is at Minik’s farm that their dreams eventually blossom when they receive the good news that they will be joining the university to further their education.
Kulet’s Blossoms of the Savannah presents a melting pot of cultures and envisions a social continuum in which culture can never be static. It is a text that recognises individual psychic dilemmas, one that pits family members against each other and acknowledges the inevitable clash when an individual’s desires and aspirations are at odds with old and at times outdated cultural beliefs. Ole Kulet recognises that it is not enough to lay blame on colonial structures and changing times, we have to take responsibility for our own shortcomings and individual choices. However, just as certain species of plants bloom in the hot Savannah climate, we will have individuals amongst us who will thrive or blossom irrespective of the debilitating cultural hurdles. 


 

Tuesday, September 29, 2015

My High School Crush



It was the best crush of my life. At least I can now reminisce about it because I have hindsight knowledge of what relationships are. In fact when I look back, I am surprised at myself that I managed to survive the whirlwind of that emotional tsunami as I love to call it. Thankfully, the years have made me wiser and I am able to make better and informed choices, not just about relationships but almost on all spheres of life.
I attended a mixed school and I can attest how confusing the teenage years are. It was in my form two East classroom that I finally had the opportunity to confront my romantic life. There was a special girl in my class. That is the only way I can describe her now but at that moment when I saw her in my class my world suddenly came to a stop. No movement. She was angular in her own way; donning curves at the right places. In fact, she was curvaceously hippy, what can only be figured out as a size 8.
As I struggled to steal glances at her in between the lessons, I also begun scheming how best to approach her. My testimony is that I spend more time, energy and worrying thinking of how to broach a conversation with her than I spend on my books. Luckily, she dropped a passport size photo of hers one day which I took, possessed and guarded with all might. To be certain, I carried it over to my dormitory and hid it in my metal box for a quick sneak preview of her beauty every night before going to bed.
Unknown to me, this idea of hoarding her picture worsened my confusion. I started experiencing mixed emotions of heat and cold every moment I would entertain a thought about her. Indeed, her image hovered over me throughout and I could not sleep well, follow lessons in the classroom or even hold meaningful conversations with my friends. My appetite for food dipped and I almost became depressed. Sadly, I did not even bring myself to ever confront her with a greeting!
All I remember is that one day I was so ashamed of my shyness and inability to talk to the girl I thought represented my world that I could not even eat. My confusion was so much that I was more than ninety percent of the time absent minded. I had no one to talk to and I feared being judged or laughed at – a teenager’s biggest fear is being made fun of. All I know is that I was in love with my classmate but I could not tell her. My feeling was that she would laugh at me and call me silly for having weird imaginations. What was I to do?
It was all a crush. It can tumbling down one day and I am grateful that it happened sooner than later. As fast and with the same intensity, the feelings that had enveloped me for some time seemed to have vanished one day as mysteriously as they had come. I am not sure whether I returned the passport size photo or I threw it away; I can’t seem to recall that bit. But the love of my life as I had imagined ceased to excite me anymore.
I went back to my normal self and started seeing her like any other of my classmates. Whatever happened to me is indescribable. One minute I thought I was deeply in love and started imagining my future family with her and the next minute she was nowhere in my future. And for sure she isn’t because I don’t even know what happened to her and whether she is married or not. This is why now I can look back and confidently say it was a crush. I had been infatuated and smitten by her looks.
Our mixed school helped provide us with a balanced perception about relationships. At that time no one bothered to talk to us about romance, relationships or sex. We ploughed through the murky waters of teenage relationships by ourselves. It destroyed some of us but it also made others better. At least the school curricular is now friendly and young school going teenagers can access information and help about healthy relationships and how to cope with emotional changes in this stage of life. The most important factor is for the teenagers to find a confidant in a trusted mentor: a club patron, a matron, a favourite teacher, a pastor, a favourite uncle or auntie etc. and seek to be guided through this most trying period of life.

I wish I knew then what infatuation is, what it means to fall in love, why we get attracted to people of the opposite sex or why bodily changes suddenly make us so conscious of ourselves as teenagers. Besides, if only we had informed persons to talk to us about sex and sexuality I think I would be much better than I am today. No one is wiser as a teenager and all the heroic talk from our peers only serves to make us feel inadequate, unknowledgeable and worthless. This is why the best thing a teenager can do is to have that trusted mentor to walk with so that the wisdom accrued can be shared with other teenagers and later in life used to mentor others.

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