In my first week of high school, my physical ed. teacher invited me to try out for the track and field. My long lean frame, which is similar to that of the runners from my country of birth, Kenya, had him fooled. The first training put any notions of stardom to rest. During classes on world history and world geography my classmates looked at me like they were expecting me to tell tales of The Lion King and yes I indulged them.
Gone are the days that Kenya was synonymous with Maasai herdsmen and Kalenjin runners. When I tell people (Americans and Africans alike) that I am a native of Kenya, they ask me whether I am Luo. Of course I tell everyone I am Luo and more importantly, a not-so-distant relative to Obama. I got into election parties using that line and I almost landed a girlfriend with the phrase. Maybe she wanted a me to help her produce a future president or at least a neurosurgeon …. as the Luos would remark….. But Do I Say?
Thank you President Obama, once the romanticised herdsman and the astute marathoner I am now an eligible intellectual bachelor; accepting applications.