The Hyenas Have The Last Laugh

Misgivings have been expressed about the registration of the Team Mafisi Foundation by Non Governmental Board Chief executive Fazul Mahamed. I thought it was a joke. It did not help that the Mafisi foundation is led by a comedian known as Jaymo Ule Msee, who made his name doing parodies on Nairobi’s dating scene. The registration of Team Mafisi foundation at a time when Human Rights organisations are facing harassment and threat of deregistration, is to say the least, another puzzling Kenyan peculiarity. The bounds of absurdity have no limits in Kenya.

If you have no idea what Team Mafisi is, here is the condensed version. Fisi is the Kiswahili word for the spotted hyena, probably Africa’s most vilified animal after the warthog. The term gained traction with social media memes, to make fun of men caught ogling at shapely women in public places. It was harmless chiding in the beginning but unlike fleeting social media trends, it morphed into a mafisi sacco, a group of self identified ooglers who made the hyena their mascot and lust their binding creed. Now there is a legit foundation called Mafisi.

I caught the ‘breaking news’ on social media and Jaymo Ule Msee, whose real name is Wilson Muirani, attempt to defend the transformation of the mafisi culture into a vehicle for public good. I would love to take his noble intentions seriously but I am Kenyan. I am a born sceptic. I was grown when our leaders harped on about “Water For All By the year 2000”.

I read through the interviews following the registration of the foundation and was struck by a response to a journalist querying the appropriateness of the name Mafisi.  Jaymo’s response was, “Every young Kenyan behaves like a fisi in order to survive”.

There was a simple truth in that statement that reveals the dominant narrative of the boy child’s reality in Kenya.

Talk to young women in their 20s and they frequently dismiss their male counterparts as jokers. These young women are particularly repelled by broke guys even when they themselves have no source of income. Talk to the men and their counter argument is one of women with unrealistic and plastic expectations. They talk of peers who pass them over for older and financially secure married men affectionately known as sponsors. At best it is a case of glorified prostitution that has now become an acceptable way of capitalizing on one’s physical assets. Relationships are transactional and so the displaced young male, develops resentment in his beta male position as he watches the alphas, raid his spaces and cart away the women he desires to be with.

The Mafisi tag fits a passive aggressive beta male persona who resorts to opportunism, hanging about the spoils and focused purely on instant gratification. It is a cultivated underdog status that finds solidarity in company of other emasculated males who society has consigned to the dustbin of losers. At some point in the dating game, young men come to harsh realization that material props are key to earning status. Character, honesty, integrity are useful but contradictory when he lives in a world where bad guys rules and suffer no fools.

The Mafisi brigade is an illustration of the vilified male claiming his undermined status. The hyena is ugly, despicable, cowardly and greedy.

Yet the stories we tell about the hyena are generally misinformed. Hyenas are some of the most intelligent mammals on earth and they thrive in complex social relations of up to 70 clan members. Hyenas are courageous and pose serious threat to lions over territory and regularly prey on lion cubs. They are skilled and organized hunters, with 95 percent of their food coming from successful hunts and very little from scavenging as is often assumed.

Hyenas are also matriarchal. The female hyenas are dominant ones of the species. They are more muscular and aggressive than their males. Even the female cubs dominate the male ones.

In a world dominated by strong females, the adult male hyena is at the bottom of the social ladder. They have to leave the clan at the age of two after attaining sexual maturity to find a new group. Gaining acceptance into a new clan is difficult and when the alpha female finally admits the male in, they are still treated badly and constantly harassed denied food and mating rights.

The male hyena is the underdog of the African savannah and perhaps this is why young men would identify with the hyenas. Underlining it all is the pressure men undergo in performances of masculinity in a country where men are only taught about sexual conquest and material provision as central to their identity as worthy men.

Our stories of masculinity are defined by dominant narratives that guide our lives and rule our reality. The stories we tell about men, are mostly about how they must perform, sacrifice and suffer for female approval. Those who do not live up to the expectation are shamed and minimised.

By allowing narratives that demonize men and paint them as the problem to thrive, we live no room for narratives that celebrate values and authenticity and inspire our boys to be better men.

Where Is The Protest Music Of 2017?

The odd thing about the 2017 election season was the absence of protest songs, given the state affairs in the country. We are in the midst of serious social strife, a depressed economy, toxic tribalism, corruption on steroids, institutional failure and extra judicial killings just to get started. It cannot be too much to expect a bit more reflection in the popular music of the day.

Tracing The Roots Of Benga

You cannot sing African music in proper English – Fela Kuti

Now, more than 40 years later, it might be difficult to imagine that Kenyan Benga music was associated with freedom fighters in Rhodesia’s Bush War (the Chimurenga) in the late 1960s through to the late 1970s. In the fight to end white minority rule for the soul of a new Zimbabwe, the homeland of a black majority, Benga music embodied the liberation spirit. The music of D.O. (Daniel Owino) Misiani, George Ramogi, George Ojijo, Collela Mazee and Victoria Jazz is what Zimbabweans in the 70s in rural townships stamped their feet and swayed to in the hope of a new future for Zimbabwe.

The Danger Of Kisumu’s Single Story

Catholic Father, Evans Juma Oduor was the presiding priest of Nyabondo Parish in Nyakach. At a funeral service, he called out president Uhuru Kenyatta and asked him to stop killing innocent Luo protestors. Following the disputed August 8 elections, that the Supreme Court of Kenya nullified on September 1st, Kisumu city has become the epic centre of a brutal police crackdown. It was these incidences that involved shooting of demonstrators and supporters of the NASA coalition led by Raila Odinga, that Father Oduor was referring to. In a bold move, he dared those who might have any case against him, to seek him out at his home address in Kisumu county. It was a bitter lament from the Catholic father against the killing of demonstrators, who were dissenting within their constitutional rights.

Nurses Are Called To Serve, Not To Suffer

In other news, the countrywide nurses strike crossed the 120 day mark and did not make a bleep on the headlines. With the country in the throes of an election tussle, I suspect the nurses strike will sneak right past the 150 day mark without so much as a trending hashtag. It would take a nuke war in the Korean peninsula to divert the national psyche off the election drama. The nation is binge watching political news and all else can wait, even health care.

Who cares about the caregivers? The truth is that privilege and sheer good luck spares many from the trauma of healthcare in a public hospital, where one can get a real grasp of the ongoing public health crisis. Nairobians talk about the nurse’s strike in the same way we talk about an unexpected jam during the off peak hours on Mombasa road. “Ah, bloody hell!” We treat the news as a mild irritation, something beyond one’s control like a growing mound of garbage in a neighbourhood you do not live in but have to bear the stench on your daily commute to work.