Most people assume I’m starry eyed and I’m going to move to Kenya armed with “hope” as someone talked about and blind enthusiasm.
I could not write my life story in one article, so relax people. I know and expect Kenya to be tough to maneuver. If anyone is more aware of this fact, it is me.
My failed “Rudi Nyumbani” Attempts
I first left the USA bound for Kenya on a very emotional basis. I was severely depressed after my Dad’s death and went home coz I had finished my MBA and thought “How bad could it be?”
Believe me, it was sooo bad, I left after 10 months to Dubai.
I lived in Dubai for four years, lost my job there, went home and left for Sweden 2 years later.
Kenya has never been easy for me. I have never been employed in Kenya. I do not have a KRA pin number issued by an employer. I have gone for unfruitful job interviews as far away as Mombasa.
The hardest times in my life financially have been in Kenya.
I have moved in and out many peoples’ homes in Nairobi.
Where the meanies abound
The people that say the most hurtful things to me live in Kenya. They attack me on the places they feel will hurt me the most; my age, my marital status, my career trajectory compared to theirs.
I’m so celebrated in Sweden. I’m not used to any kind of negative chatter around me here. My Swedish girlfriends had a belated birthday party for me on Saturday and everyone in the room gave a speech about how I had positively influenced them since I met them.
The hardest thing for me is to bear the mean things people say to me because of relation or whatever in Kenya. I don’t get it, I do not tolerate it. It’s not a normal thing abroad.
I will not expose myself to these mean spirited, insecure human beings, so of course I need my own place to silence these meanies and avoid them.
Because of my experiences, I do not trust Kenya. It took an arm and a leg to convince me to go back. It was not in my plans.
Infact, I was in Kenya for holiday and could not leave Sweden without depositing money in my Kenyan bank account for several months because I did not want to depend on anyone to house me, feed me or ferry me anywhere. I wanted to have the freedom to be where I wanted to be by choice not because I needed to be housed or fed. And I had the best time ever in Kenya.
I have already been home twice without any kind of plan, so I can’t do that right now. The worst thing you could do is get sick of diaspora hardships and decide to go home on the next flight. You will long for your diaspora hardships.
But this is just my opinion, based on my experiences. I’m glad this issue will spark up a conversation that will hopefully impact someone.
I am not going to live in Nakuru where my family lives nor will I seek housing from anyone in Nairobi. I am moving to my own apartment bought or rented. In Nairobi.
I’m not going to work fulltime so I’m not going with the intention of job hunting in Kenya. I’ve been there and it’s akin to torture. Any jobs I want, I will start talking to them now.
I will not ask my friends in Kenya to push my CV anywhere.
I can’t tell people in details what career options are available to me but in short I have an MBA in HR, I blog, I write and do a few more things.
It is well with my soul and it will be well.
I’ve resumed posting weekly on the blog. We will discuss #OperationRudiNyumbani. I am probably going home in a year or so …so for now I will interview some returnees and write about the many moving parts in the whole “moving home” experience. When I land in Kenya, I’ll write about my experience on the ground. This series will help other Kenyans decide whether to move back or not.