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Nairobians and their class differences.....

So I like wearing power branded shoes sold by bata, some like weinbreinners and there are people who u really don't understand that wear sketchers. This is the most basic way of describing the different levels that we have in Nairobi, by levels I mean classes. There are those who treat crocs like something you wear around the yard while others may have it as a Sunday best. Don' t ask me if i have actually seen this but I'm sure it happens regularly. 

Class isn't a new thing , from the aristocracy all the way to the caste system in India the classes have been clearly defined for millennia. I have a personal theory about this, with such a large population and there being such a powerful hunger to survive, people decided to try and define their difference between themselves and the others. When we first existed, the human race had such a low population that we required each other to survive. People may have existed like the bushmen of south africa where there were units of families that lived together and only met other families in special occasions. This ensured that there was little collisions and the family only needed to bother itself with surviving and raising children. This ensure that people minded their own business and they only had to fight against nature and predators, the same way the big cats, wolves and bears live today. With population growth came the reality that order had to be maintained, a simple family problem became a village problem and so on to the point that there was need for a final answering authority. The authority would be termed as the king, chief or council. Individual ambitions or the hunger for more came about and destroyed the simple order of things. People were greedy for more and this gave the first and most impoant class difference, those who want to rule and this who end up ruled. The ruling class at some point in time were not too far from the others until their greed pushed themselves to levels where they wanted to ensure that the rest can only aspire to but not finally reach. The ruling class's many rules show this when it came to interactions such as marriage and conversation. If I was to continue explaining this then we would be here all day so let's flash forward a few thousand years to the society that is nairobi today. 

The classes are properly separated by buying power, if you take your date out to the hilton once a month or once a quarter there are those who eat there lunch there almost everyday. If when Christmass comes around you buy your children clothes that they will wear for the next one year then know that buying clothes for some is a pass time activity. The order of things keeps those with little buying power down and those with a lot invincible. Why invisible, there was a report that shows that high end cars are still being bought , planes and big houses etc. yet the country is on economic downturn. The people buying all this stuff aren't on TV but they are there and they still pay a pretty penny to ensure they remain that way. 

It's also a fact that they try as much to ensure that the ones downtrodden remain there by ensuring that you stay down. The best advise I can give is that they didn't follow the rules on their way up , why should you. They probably looked at the rules and bent them to their will. If you mother was telling you to get a degree get a good job and raise a family then all I can say is that rich people aren't created by a steady job but a rebel mind.

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