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August 3, 2007
Stay Bamboocha
The part of Nairobi where we're staying, in the Thigiri area, is populated by many ex-pats and embassy staff. It's stunningly beautiful.
It's also hell on my white settler guilt.
We live in a beautiful house in a gated compound, with full-time security guards. We have a cook/housekeeper named Mary, a driver/groundskeeper named Adams, and other staff coming and going. All the properties on this side of Nairobi are gated and have security. Security companies are huge employers of native Kenyans. We only have a simple seven foot stone wall, though; some of the neighbors have razor wire or electric fences. The security is not borne of needless paranoia; crime here is bad, but in the past it has been horrific. This house had two armed home invasions in the early 90's, so even inside there are iron gates that can close one section of the house off from another.
I hate having a domestic staff. At any time of the day I can have food prepared for me by Mary, if I just ask, which means I fix myself cereal and PB&J a lot because I just cannot get past the idea that I am imposing.
We're able to drive ourselves to nearby destinations, but driving is a little intimidating because they drive on the left here, the roads are narrow, there are lots of pedestrians and bicycles, and you have to dodge all these aggressive matatus, which are little minibusses, kind of a cross between public transportation and a group taxi. Like jitneys, I guess. I haven't figured out exactly how they work yet.
The matatus are decorated with stickers and slogans expressing the personality of the driver, kind of like the Latino car clubs do back in Texas, but stranger. The motif is a mix of American hip-hop, reggae, African nationalism, and the odd born-again Christian. My favorite is the "Jesus Peace Biggie Smalls" dude:
The Kenyans also love their Fanta orange. It's more popular than Coke. I love the Fanta billboards, I've been taking pictures of them everywhere we go:
"Stay Bamboocha. Drink da Fanta".
"Stay Bamboocha" is now my favorite phrase. I have no idea what it means, but I say it all the time. And I drink lots of Fanta. Because I want to stay bamboocha.
Posted by ray at August 3, 2007 9:02 AM | Permalink
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Comments
What an amazing experience! Thank you for the post.
And knowing you, I'm confident you will never be without your bamboocha.
Posted by: oyster at August 3, 2007 11:27 AM
That's weird. "Bamboocha" is a word in Hawaiian pidgin meaning "huge," and "stay" in pidgin is the equivalent of "to be." "Dat sumo wrestlah stay real bamboocha" would mean "That sumo wrestler is very large."
Probably a different meaning in Kenya, though.
Posted by: Hiromi at August 3, 2007 11:56 AM
WOW. Nairobi. I has envy :P
The domestic issue: Treat it as you would in a hotel, even though you're in a private home.
Recommendations for home: Ryzard Kapucinski. Wonderful writer who has spent several years tramping about through the area.
and finally....
ENJOY YOURSELF :)
Posted by: darkneuro at August 3, 2007 1:44 PM
I just spoke to a friend originally from Kenya and she's never heard of "bamboocha" having any meaning in Kenya or Swahili.
Further investigation makes it look like Fanta is pushing the tropical paradise chill-out idea this campaign; and they're doing it not only in Africa but also Europe. So "bamboocha" is actually stolen from pidgin Hawaiian, but they're completely misrepresenting the word. It seems to be used by the campaign to imply "chill" or "laid back." They probably just liked the way the word sounded.
For some reason it seems weird to suggest to Kenyans that they'd want to be like Hawaiians, and have the campaign work. Kenya's such a cool country as it is. But I guess grass is always greener or something.
Posted by: Miss Syl at August 3, 2007 2:28 PM
For some reason it seems weird to suggest to Kenyans that they'd want to be like Hawaiians...
Chee! Why you stay confuse? Hawaii is da bes', and da locals da bes'!
Posted by: Hiromi at August 3, 2007 4:32 PM
Actually, re-reading Hiromi's initial comment again and knowing they did intend it to be Hawaiian, the irony just sings.
"Be huge...Drink Fanta."
I wager that the "Supersize Me" guy is working undercover in Fanta's marketing department and having a good laugh.
Posted by: Miss Syl at August 3, 2007 8:01 PM
I dunno. I think it's cool and funny that da kine talk has infiltrated pop culture.
Posted by: Hiromi at August 3, 2007 11:05 PM
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