The Kenyan way of life is an intriguing phenomenon to behold.
I can’t emphasise enough the laid back manner of Kenyan life. If I arrange to
meet a Kenyan at 1pm and they arrive at 2pm, they would see this as being on
time and find it perfectly acceptable. It’s a little difficult to adapt to
because in the UK if you arrange a meeting for 1pm it isn't uncommon for all
attendees of this meeting to arrive by 12:50pm. This cultural difference
regarding time has affectionately become known as “Kenyan time or Mzungu time”-
Mzungu being the Swahili word for foreigner/ white person. On more than one
occasion our transport has been over one hour late and when questioned,
offhandedly met with a reply of “don’t worry”. This breathes new life into the
popular Swahili phrase of “hakuna matata”- no worries.
However, the instant any Kenyan steps foot into the driving
seat of any transportation vehicle, this mantra is quickly forgotten. For
example, the carefree, laid back Kenyan will happily leave for an appointment an
hour after they are expected to be there. But the second they start
driving, time becomes of the essence. Driving lanes are non-existent although I
have it under good authority that all drivers are supposed to drive on the
left, even if I haven’t witnessed it often. Cars over and undertake whether
incoming cars approach them imminently or not. The mud paths to the side of the
roads are commonly used unofficial lanes for dodging traffic from all
directions, the speed limit is apparently dependent on the driver in question
and their mood at the time and overtaking around a blind corner is common
practise. This has resulted in the phrase “pole pole” (slowly, slowly) being
ingrained in every Balloon Kenya fellows brain, rather than the seldom used
“haraka haraka” (faster, faster). I am still yet to discover why time suddenly
becomes so precious to Kenyan’s once they get in a car but one thing I am sure
of is this cultural difference being as fascinating as it is terrifying.
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