Living in South Africa and periodically coming back to Kenya, my relationship with officialdom in Kenya was just insane.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
My parents met in Kenya. My father is African, is Kenyan. The Kenyan side of my family was involved in the anti-colonial movement.
I really fell in love with Africa.
I grew up in Sudan and Kenya, and lived in both the rural and urban centers of both countries throughout my life.
Kenya, being a third world country, from a young age your eyes are open to the real world. I'd like to think growing up there taught me to stand on my own two feet, make my own decisions about what I wanted to be.
I grew up in Nairobi, which is the capital of Kenya, so it's hustle and bustle, and there's always something going on.
I had moved back to Kenya after undergrad, and I went through this crisis of, 'What is my life going to be about?'
I fell in love with Africa and began helping people fix things there.
I didn't grow up with my Kenyan family. I grew up in a small, conservative suburb of Chicago.
When I went to live in South Africa, I immediately began to understand what went wrong. Because here was a place supposed to be under apartheid - I arrived there in 1991 - but here a black person had more say and had more influence over his white government than an average Kenyan had over the Moi government.
My conscious life has all been in Kenya, and it's my point of reference. But going back to Mexico was very formative.