I lived with one of your elder sister in "mavoko" married to Mr M - they were good people. I have since left the estate. But I went there when it was kichaka. Those days I use to be only 24yr old in meetings - but I like vibe - it was peri-urban. My uncle kidnapped me, took me to mavoko, took my car money, and said I cannot park a car in someone else house like a JALUO . I ended up buying land and started building just few months out of campus.
I knew litte of Nairobi - I just knew my friend and workmate had bought a car - but when he said how can you park a car in someone house - I realize that sounded wierd - he told me only Luos do that. He said kipsigis we dont buy cars and park in someone else land - before I could confirm - I already own the land and was in quarries looking for stones to build a house - plan ready - approved by city council.
Yes, it was tough, even for me, but I think since my two sisters had married Okuyus earlier, it was easy for me because the family had gotten used to it. Still, some family members are skeptical. They are still waiting for the day okuyu lady will flip, cut the kids in half, pour hot water on your face, and disappear into the night to Nyahururu Remember the 90s propaganda?). Whether DP is sworn in or not, they have honored 10/10 promise. Uhuru and Kenyatta thieves are the only dishonorable group. If Another Kenyatta run in future, you can rest sure he will score kura tatu in entire RV.
Buying a car and big things before building the house was considered an urban lifestyle. Most people advise building a house first before branching out in luxury., except Nandi in UG used to give exceptions to tractors and combined harvesters. It was ok to have a nice tractor 100 acres or more and a grass-thatched house because Maize and wheat farming was a priority. Glad nowadays, things are evolving.
Yes, Mr. M is my in-law and has been good to my sister going almost 25 years now. The other guy is virtually doing 30 years, and they are still thriving with grown kids of their own. I'm a private person that keeps to myself. Zero friends and social life; I think all my true friends are close family members only. Since Nyiganet exploded to fame, dozens of my primary and high school friends have been calling with mashida tupu, which can't be finished. My phone, at times, is like an office phone, so we turn it off before we sleep. My ex of 22 years, and dozens of high school folks showed up at my village home to ask for my number and it has been hell ever since. I think 20% of my classmates are on me like white on rice, thinking I change their lives. It is not peaceful to be associated with someone big, especially in Kenya!