No one can grovel and complain more than a Kenyan. We are such a negative people that even greetings are negative. “Za masiku” is greeted with “Kung’ang’ana tu”. We are so hard pressed that our work is a hustle and our budding businesses are side hustles. Meaning we are either, by definition, pushing roughly/jostling or obtaining illegally. None of which are terms I would like to live through.
Our negativity is so rooted that I am sure you can’t remember the last time you told anyone that you enjoyed life. When is the last time you sang sans litres of alcohol in your system? In fact if not at church where you are ordered to stand, clap, sing and dance in the name of the Lord, there is no other place in ordinary Kenyan life you will find someone singing, and if they sing they are most likely mad.