He has lost a lot… from his profound military prowess, his agility and loyalty. He has lost his lean stature and struggles with weight. He has lost his distance from women, and now eats alone. He is not moved by enturuj, and joins women in the kitchen, for he now wears a pair of boxers. He shaves regularly… the hair on his head, and wears socks and rubber (soft rubber). He does not bleed from his Looure Kokoyo. He drinks with his fathers who do not mind complimenting a damsel in their sons’ presence.
He is still tall but has lots of Loreren breadth genes that threaten to bring down an air of “self worth” he has been carrying since they came up the endikirr. The Maasai of this generation is in a confused state… a state of cognitive dissonance, I’d say… going to school because everyone should go to “sukuul,” only to seek employment from one of these “Nkejek arroi” they so much loath… or made to loath by their outwitted elites that they so much look up to.
“Orkitok,” they say.
He is not sure where he lies… far left, far right, he does not belong… he is just moderate… a confused fellow without an opinion. He does not relate to Enkai Nanyokie, neither does he have a system of approaching the black Enkai, because the pastors have contaminated their nkidong’i and the grass they tie no longer trips elephants.
The Maasai of this generation does not explore… he does not go out of his comfort zone… being born in Olkejuodo, schooling in Olkejuodo, Marrying in Olkejuodo, Dying in Olkejuodo and being buried in Olkejuodo, next to their forefathers… as they would like to imagine… forgetting that their forefathers were wrapped up in skins and laid to rest outside their homes, which varied from place to place.
They forget that their forefathers hit the scorching plains and rugged hills to reach Tanganyika from Esopia and did not care to turn back to their forefathers’ lands… their loyal lands… they forget that their forefathers were explorers who conquered the world. The saw the world from the perspective of Oldonyo Keri…. from up there, and not from down here.
I refuse to praise the modern Maasai… I refuse to give him the accolades of those who were willing to bile up from the stinging taste of Osokonoi.