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Monday, November
1, 2004
From Home Squared to the
US Senate: How Barack Obama Was Lost and Found
By PHILIP OCHIENG
When
Barack Obama Junior first visited "Home Squared" – Barack
Senior's native village in Alego in the early 1990s – they
confronted him with the perplexing accusation: "You're lost!"
The words are English. Yet Barack Junior had never heard them
in that context. For the idea they express is totally Luo.
It is a literal translation
of the phrase ilal – from the intransitive verb lal, to disappear
or to be away for a long time without an explanation, and the transitive
verb lalo, to lose something. In Chicago's South Side, Barack Junior's
adopted home, they have a homely way of expressing ilal: "Long time
no see!"
But lal has a number
of figurative meanings – to lose a line of thought, to deviate from the
norm, to discard tradition. Simply by being born and growing up in America,
Barack Junior had never been a Luo: He had lal.
And yet – because ours is
a fiercely patriarchal community – Barack Junior is a Luo by the sheer
fact that Barack Senior was a Luo. Barack Junior was thus doubly "lost."
For, in important of ways, Barack Senior himself had for a long time "lost
the way."
First, through classroom
tutelage, he had imbibed the white man's culture. It was in this sense
that Abong'o (as Roy now prefers to be known) and Auma – Barack Senior's
children by his original (Luo) wife – had also "gone astray."
Educated in Germany and now
a University of Nairobi lecturer, Auma was living in a relatively comfortable
suburban home in Nairobi when Barack Junior came to Kenya. It was for this
reason that she considered her Alego home to be "Home Squared. As we learned
in the S.M. Otieno case, the Luo elite consider their urban residences
to be mere "houses.
Their real homes are in the
countryside, where they or their parents were born. Which is why whenever
one takes a vacation, one pronounces with great pride: "Adhi dala!"
– "I am going home!" Auma preferred to give the two places equal significance.
To which Abong'o quipped that, in that case, for Barack Obama Junior, Alego
was "Home Cubed."
Finally, Barack Senior had
lost his way by marrying a white woman – Barack Junior's mother. This is
the fate that he shares with James McBride, the black American autobiographer.
McBride’s book, The Colour
of Water, is subtitled A Black Man's Tribute to His White Mother.
Barack Obama Junior's book is titled Dreams from My Father. If he
had inserted the word "black" in the title, the parallel would have been
more striking.
But, even inside the covers,
the community of themes is stark. No matter where he is, a black person
always lives in two worlds. Obama Junior shares with my daughter Juliette
Akinyi the fact that they are Americans with Kenyan fathers whom they never
really knew.
Obama Senior left Anne –
Junior's mother – almost as soon as Junior was born. Junior met Senior
only once. When he was 12, Senior visited him in Honolulu, Hawaii, where
Junior was growing up under the care of his white grandfather and grandmother.
They never saw each other again.
Because I recognise myself
in it, this is the most moving theme in Barack Obama’s book – the scar
that this fact left in Junior's mind, the enduring crisis of identity that
will not go away.
Like Obama Senior, I too
went to the US on the famous Tom Mboya Airlift of 1959 [when hundreds of
Kenyan students were given scholarships to American universities]. I first
met Obama Senior in Tom Mboya's Nairobi office [Mboya was then the secretary
general of the Kenya Federation of Labour]. Obama and I met up again on
returning to Nairobi and remained drinking buddies for many years.
Back in the US, Nova Diane
and I had left each other as soon as Akinyi was born in Chicago. Akinyi
is now in her early 40s and yet we have never seen each other. We never
even communicated until three years ago, when she finally traced me by
e-mail.
Barack Obama Junior's book
only serves to remind me of the agony that has oppressed Akinyi's mind
all these years. The only consolation, if it is one, is that all black
people – no matter where they are – really live in two worlds and, therefore,
have an identity crisis.
One might even say that they
live in no world. Even in our native Africa, walal ("we are lost").
When, by agency of Christian missionaries, European imperialism drove our
forefathers’ communal spirit away from the land, we stopped being African.
We started trying to think like Europeans. But we never became Europeans
either. We became ghosts flitting into and out of European imagination.
Our own Ngugi wa Thiong'o
has been telling us for decades – what we have refused to hear – that as
long as we continue to worship European gods, European ideas on governance
and European paradigms of development, all our endowments – labour, natural
resources and markets – will continue to belong to Europe for the fleecing.
By seeking to enter white
America's centre of power, Barack Obama Junior, who is almost certain to
become a US Senator in this week’s elections, may himself be accused of
surrender to a "democracy" that is in essence an "elective tyranny," the
white liberal's political prescription for perpetuating an economic-intellectual
system that dehumanises the black person.
But we must also reject simplistic
solutions, such as the all-or-nothingism that posits – like Ngugi's own
position on the English language – that nothing at all can be gained through
the institutions of the oppressor. There is much that a would-be liberator
can glean from the inside.
Barack Obama Junior's grassroots
activities among the oppressed of Chicago's South Side show that he is
keenly aware of his people's suffering and needs. They prove that he has
not gone over to the white man's world.
Mention in his book of certain
Chicago locations – like Cottage Grove, 95th Street, Hyde Park, Michigan
Avenue, Buckingham Fountain, the Lakeside Drive, the Gold Coast – rekindle
fond memories of when I was an undergraduate in the Loop. Having spent
four formative years in the "Windy City", I easily identify myself with
them and with him.
I know that, elected to the
Senate, he will not forget his people in Hawaii and Home Squared. Indeed,
throughout the black world. Nay, throughout the whole world because – as
Mwalimu Julius Nyerere used to say – all oppressed people of all colours
ni Waswahili.
This was perhaps why marrying
a white woman didn't bother Barack Senior. And there is much to be said
for that woman's own mental and moral courage that she was willing to join
a black man whose world was as far away as the moon and in a country where
such a marriage could prove opprobrious.
There was, however, another
white woman. That was why, when I first heard of Obama Junior, I assumed
that he was Ruth's son. Ruth was the wife I knew after Obama Senior came
back from America and worked for Tom Mboya in the Ministry of Economic
Planning.
After Obama Senior had left
Anne in Honolulu, he studied at Harvard, where he met and befriended Ruth.
She afterwards followed him all the way to Home Squared. I assumed that
Junior was either David or Mark, Ruth's two sons whose names I no longer
remembered.
What I remember, however
– and much of it emerges from Obama Junior's book – was that Obama Senior's
marriage to Ruth was not a happy one. Like his father, although charming,
generous and extraordinarily clever, Obama Senior was also imperious, cruel
and given to boasting about his brain and his wealth.
It was this kind of boasting
that proved his undoing in the Kenyatta system – although, as he said,
there was tribalism in it –and left him without a job, plunged him into
prolonged poverty and dangerously wounded his ego.
Like me, he was excessively
fond of Scotch. In his later years, he had fallen into the habit of going
home drunk every night. This was what forced Ruth to sue for a divorce
to marry another friend of mine, a Tanzanian.
Scotch, indeed, was what
proved to be Obama Senior's final undoing. Driving a car always excited
him excessively.
Obama Senior had had many
extremely serious accidents. In time, both his legs had to be amputated
and replaced with iron. But his pride was such that he could not tolerate
"crawling like an insect" on the road. I was not surprised when I learned
how he had finally died.
I was more surprised
when Obama Junior emerged, as if from the blue. I knew that Home Squared,
Luoland, Kenya and Africa might soon be represented in the world's most
powerful council.
In this way, Barack Obama
Junior was not lost.
Philip Ochieng is an editor
with the Nation Media Group
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