LETTER TO MY UNBORN: 5th generation

      In 1970 a lady named Roe won a landmark case that became a symbol for feminism as regards to womens’ rights when it comes to their bodies. The WADE vs. ROE ruling voided Texas state law that banned arbotion, it then formed jurisprudence for federal law. potus
Ronald Reagan at the same time had initiated a tough on crime ‘war on drugs’ policy, at that time U.S.A had less than 50k inmates in two decades the number quadrupled, due to punitive prison sentences for first time drug offences and even legislated representation through a so called third strike (adapted from baseball) which meant repeat offenders were not allowed to vote even after paying there debt to society.

In Malcom Gladwell’s book ‘Tipping Point‘ he explains factors effecting the maxima or minima of a trend. He posits the reduction in violent crime in the 90s’ america was due to adoption of the abortion ruling across states since the trend was observable in other states according to the sequence they adopted it, while status quo was relevant in states that were not affected by the genesis of pro-life and pro-choice debate. Well, America no longer has a cocaine crisis but an opiod one.

The parents of a child each contribute 23 chromosomes. The male determines sex by donating the Y chromosome but before it is activated the being develops as a female, hence the reason men have nipples. Interestingly the first sperm to reach the ova doesn’t fertilize it rather they soften it for a lucky one in a million. Women are born with a set number of ova, while men will produce trillions of sperm: a way to guarantee survival of the species.

At birth a childs’ brain is said to be Tabula Rasa. Its first experience is a slap on the buttocks while being held upside down to induce breathing. The mother will suck mucus from the orifices, Sigmund Freud has established comprehensive study on the childs development upto their pre-teens. His protoge Carl Jung had his seminal work on the years after discredited for being romantically involved with his subject: cited for lack of objectivity.

At 15 years of age in my culture, one is circumcised and enters an active warrior age set. My paternal great-grand father Kamano ( an Agikuyu dance strictly for elderly men) was a cattle rustler, a noble profession in that era. In the late 19th century he bought land in Mutharakwa( cedar-oak tree), Limuru with 300 goats. Infact my great grandmother was a war bride Maasai from Narok (black), nicknamed Nyabaki for she was bitter like tobbaco and would thrash other women when they went to fetch water. She was the third wife who bore three sons. My grandfather being the eldest and a controversially-educated clergy man who made a fortune from selling timber and cafes at railway stations between Njoro and Molo in Nakuru.

My maternal great grandfather Ritho wa Githinji ( eye, son of giant who slaughters) was involved in the Mau mau as a freedom fighter in Nyeri. An administration police camp was established opposite his homestead on his ancestral land during operation anvil, it still exists to date. My namesake grandfather was a grade 1 mechanic, very proficient that CMC, Nakuru would refer the most technical repairs of land rovers to him even when he was driver to the District commissioner of Loiyangalani (a place of many trees) on lake Turkana. He had immigrated with his wife a descendant of a maasai clan in laikipia, from Nyeri to Njoro in Nakuru. My grandmothers eventually became next door neighbours.

My parents individually made their way to Nairobi, by sheer coincidence their paths crossed and for sometime lived above a nightclub called Rainbow bought in my fathers name overlooking Jeevanjee gardens. In the early 80’s they bought a plot in Kajiado, already with two kids they were blessed with two more. A people with address my dad would say once to me.
I was born in Guru Nanak maternity in Parklands, but raised in Ongata Rongai. I was stopped by cop last year and I identified as myself as a Nairobi citizen but a Kajiado native. Very apt since I was born in the nations’ capital and cut my teeth in its metropolis. Having experienced my ‘return of Saturn’ less than a year ago, I’m eager to combat the next phase of my life, perhaps even get a scion like my good friend moulidy moulidy. As I contemplate the fourth level in Maslows heirarchy of needs maybe I will settle down like my species did when they discovered nyama choma and sing my song as birds of the air do to mark their territory.

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