Joanna Goldberg sends biweekly communiqués from Kenya, where she’s living with her kid
In many ways, my 5-year-old kid has integrated into Kenyan society a lot more than I’ve been able to, even if I was trying harder. She spends her day listening to and ignoring her Kenyan teachers, and playing with and ordering around her (mostly) Kenyan friends. She takes a matatu to and from school packed with Kenyan passengers and negotiates the fare and our point of alighting with the Kenyan conductor. She’s picked up from school from her Kenyan nanny, and when lucky, her Kenyan nanny’s son. In the time between her return from school and my return home from work, there is a steady flow of neighbouring Kenyan kids and their respective Kenyan nannies in and out of our apartment. Me, I don’t have nearly the same level of interaction with Kenyans compared to Cameron.
Then again – did you catch that?
Me I can drive this bus faster
