“I was counted,” because Kenya is in the middle of counting Kenyans. The census, which apparently happens every decade, is a very manual process; from August 24th to 31st people are walking from house to house all over Kenya inquiring about certain welfare indicators. I’ve heard the list of questions includes things like how many kids in each home, how many toilets and which kind (flush or pit latrine?), diet, occupation, salary, etc. I wasn’t in the house when the counters came, so I’ll never be quite sure what questions they asked.
All I have to go on is the story I heard from my roommate’s girlfriend Tasleem. My Swahili isn’t so good, and neither is her English, and that makes it all the more hilarious. When I got home from work the security guard told me the census people had come, so I asked Tasleem, “Walikuliza maswali gani?” (“Which questions did they ask you?”). According to her the representatives came in to see the living conditions, asking who lives in this room, and that one, etc. She told them, “Watu wawili wanaishi huko juu, mtu moja anaishi hapa chini” (“Two people live up there, one person lives down here”). When I asked her if she told them Steve and I were foreigners… she said no. Hah!
Mimi ni mkenya (“I’m a Kenyan”). Also, she told me she informed them that I was a teacher, which is a close-enough guess. Come to think of it, I’m not even sure she knows my name, because whenever I come home she just says, “Sema, bro?!” (like “say something, bro”). Karibu Kenya!
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“Sema, bro?!” – u’ve cracked me up.
Well, my mum was counted & says they wanted to know if she owns a camel, a Tuk Tuk or a boat!!! – for heaven’s sake, nobody owns any of these stuff in Kinyui!!! My bro in Nairobi South B was asked ..do u have a TV,answer- u are looking at it,do u have a radio? – u are listening to it, where were u born – hospital or home? – under a tree!!!-(other)
I think the exercise is a waste of time & money.
Hahaha, born under a tree! I was talking to my roommie’s girlfriend last night and she revealed that when the enumerators came, they asked for my name; she told them I was “Khalid Mohammed” and I am a Muslim. HAHAHAHAHA!