Ngũgĩ wa Thiongʼo

Ngugi wa Thiong'o

The Black Hermit

Marion

These eyes have seen the rain come and go, Have seen sunrise and sunset,

Seasons followed by many others, Birth and death alternating.

I am not making a speech. But a word, one word I must share with you. We elders of Marua love our soil. Because we love that soil, we, years ago, agreed to fight the white-man and drive him away from the land. Today the same love of our soil makes us turn to the only educated man in the country. Look at our country since Independence. Where is the land? Where is the food? Where are the schools for our children? Who of our tribe is in the government? Who of our own flesh and blood can be seen in long cars and houses built of stone? Our tribe waits under a government composed of other tribes.

Not nothing. It has brought us heavier and heavier taxation.

We are told about roads, about hospitals; but which hungry man wants a road? When we all stood solidly behind the Africanist Party we thought that once Uhuru was gained, taxation, for the poor, would stop.

 To you tribalism and colonialism, the tyranny of the tribe and the settler are an abstraction. To me they are real. I have felt their shaft here.

Yes, they have made a wound here, a wound that made me run to the city. To you, African nationalism and what it means to us who suffered under colonial rule for sixty years can only be an intellectual abstraction. But to me, my whole being - I am involved in it.

Has our nationalist fervour that gave us faith and hope in days of suffering and colonial slavery been torn to shreds by such tribal loyalties? All my life I believed in the creation of a nation. 

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