Researching Tribal Africa – Researching Myself

Researching Tribal Africa – Researching Myself

I loved my job. Right out of school I snagged the job of my dreams, as a marketing consultant for companies who produce consumer goods and are looking for global markets. I traveled to great places conducting market research and developing projections for companies on the prospects of moving into those markets.

Then the bombshell hit. My boss called me in with my next assignment – Kenya. Kenya? And it got worse. One of our clients, a clothing manufacturer, wanted a research paper (including history background) on the feasibility of moving into that country’s tribal culture, to market Western clothing at reasonable pricing. My job was to travel to Kenya, immerse myself in its tribal environment, and determine the market potential of Western clothing. This research would be based on personal experience, so perhaps it might not be so bad.

The Reluctant Traveler

This was a trip I dreaded. I was giving up my comfortable condo, my career casual clothing, my air conditioning, my “creature comforts” and my girlfriend for a month in what I knew would be a much more primitive place.

When I arrived in Nairobi, my first thought was it was great. If this was to be my “home base,” I could tolerate it – my hotel was modern and air conditioned, the restaurants were great, and people were walking around in the modern Western dress. Our client might be well-fixed after all.

Reality Hits

Once I connected with my Kenyan guide, and his 4-wheeler, the name of which I did not recognize (he told me it was made by Toyota) which was at least 15 years old and un-air conditioned, I began to see reality. We headed out after my first night in relative luxury and quickly the scenery changed. My guide explained that Kenya had undergone a drought a few years before and was not fully recovered. The dust and grit in my teeth were the testimony to that.

The guide looked at my computer and smiled a bit. He then pulled into a small store at the outskirts of Nairobi and told me to go in any buy paper and pens. This was my first clue about what I was about to experience.

The Research of Reality

Villages. We went to so many villages. They were smaller than I originally imagined, but my guide told me that many had been leaving for the cities and jobs.

Primitive is the only description I could give – dirt floors, small huts housing entire families, barefoot children, and schools where they walked miles to get to and sat on floors without supplies. Would our children do this? Never.

Mothers were amazing. They physically labored all day – getting water from village wells built by American religious groups, washing clothes by hand, cooking without appliances, and trying to sweep out the hut and hang bedding out to air. Would our mothers do the same? Hardly.

Fathers and their children worked in the fields. And many of the girls went into prostitution to help support their families if they could get to an urban area. Would we stand for this? Not in my world back home.

Researching Tribal Africa – Researching Myself

The average wage for a Kenyan is $1.68 a day. With this kind of poverty, there is a lot of reliance on the relief and charitable organizations that are present – Doctors Without Borders, church mission groups that dig wells and buy cows, so that there are dairy products.

And yet, with all of the poverty, the hardness of living, what I most observed and absorbed was the love, the sense of unity, the unselfishness, the resilience, the positive attitude, and the amazing sense of hope for their children’s future – believing that the school would change the lives of at least their boys.

Researching Tribal Africa – Researching Myself

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