by baldilocks

Nairobi, Kenya 2/24/2016 12:00 AM:

This post is mostly a stream of consciousness and mostly an excuse to post a few photos. The bulk of the really good photos will be posted on Saturday, for reasons specified below.

I arrived here on Monday at 8:00 PM, Kenya time, and slept great that night in a queen-sized Hilton Nairobi bed, but jet lag still hit me hard on Tuesday afternoon. My Kenyan parents have extremely comfortable couches.

Nairobi traffic is a vision of Hell. My young nephew-in-law, Samson, got out of the taxi and put his body on the line for the second photo.NairobiTraffic (1) NairobiTraffic (4)

My father lives in Rongai. He is small-statured, slim, and upright in bearing. I’m slightly taller than he is, but that’s probably due to his age. (I’ve noticed that my American parents are shrinking too.)  I’m much taller than my three Kenya sisters because my mother is tall.

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Father cares for his wife, Miss Jennifer, with the help of my sisters Lucy Adhiambo and Judith Aluoch. (Another Kenyan sister, Janet Akinyi, lives in Texas.) As a result of several diabetic strokes, Miss Jennifer is an invalid. Having taken care of my great-aunt in her last years, I empathize greatly.

Nairobi has an old crumbling feeling. The people, however, are the opposite. Young, hard-working, friendly and incredibly handsome. And I don’t just say that because I look like them. I’m just as grateful for my American heritage as of the African, but because of the former, I missed out on the smooth, blemish-free skin. And it has only been since reaching my 50s that the battle of the zits has been won. Mostly.

As far as I’ve seen, if there are morbidly obese people here, they don’t come out in public. Most everyone seems slim and graceful. I flew in on the Dutch carrier, KLM Airlines, and noticed that middle-aged Dutch people are mostly in good shape, too, not to mention really tall. O-beasts must be an American thing.

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Ochieng House in Rongai

I was introduced to one of my two grand-nephews, Kyle, four months old.

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Tomorrow, I get to meet Nigel, two-years-old and one of the two stars of my Facebook page–the other being my American nephew, Jacob, also two. I guess there are three stars now!

My father and I were interviewed yesterday by a KTN reporter named Wilkester Nyabwa—a lovely young lady–for a human interest piece on our reunification. It will run on Saturday, Friday in the USA. I feel a tad bit like…not an imposter…but unworthy of all the hullaballoo made here in Kenya about my visit. I’ve long known that my father was famous on this continent, but felt removed from it. Not anymore. Fame makes a man think things over, to misquote a recently deceased philosopher.

Oh and my father and I exchanged copies of our books. That was really cool!

Ochieng Books (3)

For the next two days, my family and I will be away from Nairobi and out in our ancestral province. So I will be away from all things Internet, but it will be the opportunity for the best photos! Yes, I’m taking my anti-malarial meds and have my insect repellent handy.

My family members are all sweet, kind and funny. They all speak English, with Kenya having been a British colony, but I don’t yet have an ear for their accents and I did notice that, sometimes, my B-Girl/Valley Girl twang goes by them as well. It’s fun.

Everyone here tells me welcome home. Well, America is my home and always will be. But it’s nice to have two homes…and two wonderful families. Of course, it’s really just one big family.

To be continued on Saturday.

Juliette Akinyi Ochieng blogs at baldilocks. (Her older blog is located here.) Her first novel, Tale of the Tigers: Love is Not a Game, was published in 2012. Her second novel, tentatively titled, Arlen’s Harem, will be done in 2016. Follow her on Twitter.

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And it is a common saying that it is best first to catch the stag, and afterwards, when he has been caught, to skin him.

Henry De Bracton

I find myself constantly amazed at the insistence of partisans of Marco Rubio that not winning any primaries or caucuses is the path to the GOP nomination.

While it inspired a parody song out of me based on “Show Me” from the musical “My Fair Lady”  I think that Bill James in his 1985 Historical Baseball Abstract tells a story whose 100th anniversary this year illustrates the point better than my musical interlude.

In 1916 Hughie Jennings manager of the Detroit Tigers got a letter from a young man who claimed that he could strike out the Ty Cobb on three pitches anytime and anywhere.

Cobb by this time was the best hitter in Baseball.  By 1916 his twelfth season had already led the league in batting (including two seasons hitting over .400) nine times.  He lead the league in hits six times, on base percentage 5 times, stolen bases, RBI’s &runs 4  times, triples & doubles twice and Home Runs once including winning the Triple crown in 1909.

Despite this Jennings decided to risk the 1.80 train fare for the kid to come to Detroit to see what he had and when the 6′ 4″ kid turned up and was ready Cobb came to the plate.  I’ll Let Mr. James pick up the narrative from here:

Cobb hit his first pitch against the right field wall.  his second pitch went over the right field wall.  The third pitch went over the center field wall.  Cobb ws thinking they ought to keep this guy around to help him get into a groove.

“Well” said Jennings.  “What do you have to say?”

the Pitcher stared in hard at the batter’s box.  “You know, ” he said , “I don’t believe that’s Ty Cobb in there.”

Alas for the young man wishful thinking and confident talk was not enough to convince Jennings to grant the kid a roster spot.

That’s Marco Rubio all over.

Marco Rubio is a good young pol who has, except on the issue of illegal immigration, done well so far.  I do not doubt for a moment that he has an even brighter future ahead of him.

But when he boasts of his performance in the 2016 primary season, where despite many high profile endorsement he has failed to win a single race, he sounds like the young kid in this story boasting of his skill while throwing fat Pitches to Ty Cobb without getting a single one by him.

It makes him and his supporters look like fools, that’s bad, but it also means he takes us for fools as well.

That’s worse.

I’ve written a lot about Twitter and the BS we’ve seen toward Robert Stacy McCain the last few days and it has generated a lot of hits but I’d like to go off on a slight tangent.

For whatever reason HBO had one of their semi-annual “Free on Demand” moments and being newly laid off from the lowest paying job I’ve had since I left college in 1985 (Despite the spectacular Obama economy that everyone in the media is telling us we’re in’s talking about) I’ve been taking advantage of the situation to watch my two favorite series: John Adams: about the blunt spoken founding Father who Ted Cruz so reminds me of (more on that later this week) and Band of Brothers the true story of Easy Company in Europe during World War 2.

I bring this up because yesterday I was watching episodes six and seven which take place in Bastogne at the Battle of the Bulge where the 101st airborne are dealing with being surrounded in the dead of winter with little food, limited ammo, no winter clothing while under siege by a German Army five times their size with armor and artillery pounding them to pieces.

Their plight illustrates the difference between the fantasy that Robert Stacy McCain’s contrary opinions are causing oppression to the wealthy feminists now in charge at the Twitter “Safety” crew and feminist students at top line colleges whose annual tuition is double what I was making in my now non-existent job are suffering beyond measure by having their own public statements, expressed publicly on the net, quoted back at them, vs people actually suffering and risking something for a cause.

Furthermore one doesn’t have to go to drama to illustrate the costs of real suffering or risk, one can simply look at stories like this

The career criminal whose drawn gun sparked a wild shootout in which two Brooklyn police officers were wounded in Bedford-Stuyvesant early Saturday is a cop-hating, self-radicalized Muslim who is associated with other suspected extremists, police sources told The Post.

Jamal Funes, whose rap sheet stretches 17 years across three states, is “associated with people the Joint Terrorism Task Force are looking at,” one source said.

via Pam Geller who says:

The NYPD is a favorite target for devout Muslims engaging in jihad. As big as this story is, don’t expect the enemedia to report it. One resident said, “We felt like we were in Baghdad.” Uh, you are.

“When officers show up, they’re in the middle of a combat situation.”

Of course to the people who are silencing Stacy it’s the police who are the oppressors and the gunman the victim, just as the Muslim refugees who were assaulting women in cologne are the victims and the women assaulted in stories like this:

“Teenage Afghan migrant, 16, ‘rapes worker at Belgian asylum centre two weeks after attending a course on how to treat Western women,

Somehow don’t raise the ire of their feminist sisters that the words of Robert Stacy McCain Do.

That’s the real difference between those trying to silence Stacy McCain and Stacy himself.

Stacy surrounded by his children and grandchildren and well versed in the sacrifices both he and his ancestors have gone through to give said children and grandchildren their life in America, knows that even if Twitter never lets him back in, he’s a lucky man with a good life, better that most of the human race before him has endured and he is grateful to God for this bounty.

Meanwhile his critics who are trying to put him down, being ignorant of history and brought up in a culture that’s told them how special they are all their lives, continue to see themselves as oppressed victims of a terrible system even as they draw a healthy pay and enjoy one of the most comfortable lifestyles in the history of mankind.

What an unhappy life that must be. Even with all the financial issues I’ve had for the last year and the physical illness I’ve gone through for the last month, I wouldn’t trade places any of those people in the Twitter Safety crowd or those feminists crying in their cornflakes even if it came with the extra years of their comparative youth.

And I suspect neither would Robert Stacy McCain.

Update: I know I use this Screwtape quote a lot but it so fits here

The characteristic of Pains and Pleasures is that they are unmistakably real, and therefore, as far as they go, give the man who feels them a touchstone of reality. Thus if you had been trying to damn your man by the Romantic method…you would try to protect him at all costs from any real pain; because, of course, five minutes’ genuine toothache would reveal the romantic sorrows for the nonsense they were and unmask your whole stratagem.

I suspect Screwtape and his friends have a field day with modern feminists.

Oh and expect to see more of this:

“The intolerant student Left has even turned on me – a lifelong civil rights campaigner,”

First they came for RS McCain….

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