“Culture isn’t static even what your grand parents practise is very different from what their great great grandparents did. Now the upside of this is that you get to choose which elements to pick and which to let go of.”
In this season of my life culture has been one of my greatest struggles. Questions like who is African? What is African? What if I am a Christian? What if I don’t know my traditional language? What does denouncing a name mean? …and many more have all been plagueing my mind. I understand this is a journey and one of realising that in many ways I am infused Kenyan and Maasai and African and British and a little bit of Indian and a little bit of everything else. It seems that the more I live and love the more I pick little tiny pieces of other people and all these infused make Chebet. At the same time, a part of me also has a unique part to bring to the table one that I could only get from being the daughter of a Maasai and Kalenjin who grew up in hotels and lodges and schooled in Nairobi and so on…
I think it is a tricky balance to keep, one where I do not denounce or despise my own but also one where I am able to embrace other people’s culture.
Where cheese cake, sushi, blackforest, Maasai Beads, Maasai shukas, enkukuri, injera, an Ethiopian dress,a longing for Morocco, calamari, roobi woo mac lipstick, cheblocs, chocolate, Coldstone and everything else that Chebby loves can all dance together in infused harmony.