Dear Fellow Kenyans, looking back at all those years we migrated abroad from our motherland do you really think its worth it? Would you advice or encourage your relatives to migrate abroad?
Are they better of in Kenya or are we better of here? If I were asked this question by a relative who works in Nairobi, and earns a minimum wage, I would advice him to stay in Kenya, but if I was asked by a relative who lives in shags and takes care of the cattle, I would advice him to fly abroad.
I think there is potential in Nairobi than shags… I asked some young relatives in Shags some years ago on camera, what they would like to be when they grow up… I got many different answers that really made me shade tears…a conductor, a house boy, a painter, a bus driver, a watchman and so on.
Can you imagine you having these professions in Africa? These professions are just good abroad since they are the only ones we are active in.
Can we change our professions abroad? Yes..I think in order to encourage our kids abroad we need to do something about the kind of works we do, I mean we cannot wash the dishes, mope offices or restaurants and expect our kids to do the same.
Lets give them a good example..go to school at any age and achieve a profession that would make them proud of Daddy, and Mummy..strike from working these shady jobs and concentrate on something better.
Well, I know some of us say, as lomg as am getting paid I don’t care..but learn to care..in order for you to achieve your goal.
Life Abroad..what life are we talking about..taking the tube to work…taking the uncongested busses to work…and back home the same manner without a smile or a greeting?
Trying to go to clubs on Fridays and Saturdays and be embarrassed at the entrance…my friend went out with the wife to MAYBE.. he was familiar to the bouncers, can you imagine they told him to go in but they stopped the wife since she was not familiar to them…is this what we were chasing abroad? Shady life…
Life back home…walking from Mathare to industrial area on foot chanting and laughing… riding in a congested matatu or buses with
jokes all over…asking salt or sugar from your neighbour…chasing a thief…shouting mwizi mwizi….watching neighbours fighting…going out to clubs and having real fun until 06.00 am without anyone questioning you…nyama choma every Sato…we meet at coffee house after work….are we not missing all this…this is what I consider life…I would rather be poor and happy than be rich… not even rich because we are not but comfortable and unhappy…….what do you think?
Open for debate…>>>>?
By Clay Onyango, Sweden
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