Strictly speaking, until recently the word “habitat” never struck a chord in me; it never rung a bell. When it came to understanding the concept of human habitat, I was the goat to whom the guitar was being played. I imagined of habitat as a weird and remote place where headless animals bump into each other and where legless animals crawl and where the fabled Lochness monster once lived in harmony with the mammoths and the dinosaurs, or something like that. But sometime back, I realized that my misconception of habitat was not a personal problem, many others perceived of habitat as a noun, a place, a region or an indigenous forest full of predators and preys and the other uncanny characters in the animal world.
It dawned on me, late, that “habitat” is a verb, a doing word. It is the way we live, what we eat and drink, how we cook and eat, or “not cook” what we eat. Habitat went beyond housing and people, it came to life and meant much more. Habitat is all that surrounds us and how we …
Kibaki: “Hizo mawezere wezere wezere wezere ….”
Karua: I beg your pardon?!
Kibaki: Bloody bure! I was just singing to myself
Mwakwere: Are you from Coast?
Marende: Order! Order! Any member can sing if he is feeling sufficiently philanthropic!
Kalonzo: It’s like I was telling my constituents the other day. A country is like an eighteen wheeled lorry painted green with “Rough Riders: Ride Or Die” painted on the rear windscreen with a colobus monkey, a banana and a rabbi in the front seat …
Kalonzo: I forget at this point the point I was trying to make. But it was very important!
Mutula: Not as important as my proposal. I propose all roads be expanded as follows: One lane for the president, one for the prime minister, one for cabinet members, one for the police and fire brigade, one for left handed people, one for right handed people, one for people under 6 feet, one for people over six feet, one for people who watch Tyra and one for people who watch Oprah. I also propose t…