As a child a border was a fence, a wall, a separator and
sitting on the fence meant practically having to withstand the gashing spikes
of thorns or glass on stone walls, throes of indecision.
I traveled to Busia hoping to walk along the perimeter wall,
like Berlin or Greatwall of China and see what strange people lived across it
whose president ate people and dumped lame men into Lake Victoria that when you
fished you were more likely to get a watch or a ring in a fish, so fish were
carnivorous?
But in Busia I met a gate, then nothing.
No border no fence, no strange people in fact they were too
familiar, spoke even my own language better. So a border was actually nothing,
air kaput!
Peculiarly too I met the first East Africans, the Baamani
clan of the Bakhayo. They are the Maasai across Kenya and Tanzania, the Somali
sprawled in space across Kenya and Somalia, they are the Teso on either side of Mt. Elgon, the Hutus and Tutsis and
Rwanda and Burundi, the Merile and Karamoja. The people on borders, on nothing,
on air kaput.
Here their land stretches and pans downs and ups, is split
by rivers and ownership, but no line nothing air kaput.
Here they call Uganda Ingerekha
‘The Other side’ vaguely, there and not here. The clan is everywhere the other
side and here and there.
They tell me what makes one a Kenyan or a Ugandan is an ID
card. Its where for convenience you think you have a better shot at life. So a
son can be a Ugandan a father a Kenyan a brother both. Well it doesn’t change
where they live nor what they know about themselves. A young man failed in
Kenyan form four exams, he went to Uganda for form five and six and became a
Ugandan.
Here currency operates like a forex bureau, you do not have
to mind which one you have as long as u understand the exchange rates and you
know a little arithmetic. Either side operates either currencies. Anyway they
are both shillings if you get rid of the prefix (Uganda and Kenya)
Here politics is also twofold, with the feeling of lack of
democracy felt just within a year of the feeling of chaotic elections, Uganda
votes just one year before Kenya.
It is here, where there is no border, just air, nothing
kaput, that a people, East Africans, Maasai, Somalis, Itesos, Merile,
Karamojong, Sabaot, Luhyas etcetera etcetera live in one country in two
countries.
Serenading East Africa
Weary with war
Come lay by my feet
And find peace
Discriminated and depraved
Disintegrating in secession
Come ye and find justice here
Torn a part by tribe
Torn apart by religion
Come glued in our shared history
And find a future
Robbed by modern Cecil Rhodes treaties
By an open market with barricaded doors
Come ancient traders and trade in
Our market
This is East Africa
Land of shared destiny
Multiple identities
A pan African Federation is imminent