OHHHHH BAMA

For those of you in the United States who still think Obama is your president you might want to take it up with a Kenyan. Not only is Obama worshiped like a God here, there is some intense doubt as to the real country he is running. After the first few weeks of being here I gave up saying “I am from America” and now say simply “I am from Obama-land” That’s right folks the USA has a new name. Don’t get me wrong, this is a far cry better than when people said “America” and then spit on the ground. Now they say “ Amerikaaa Obamaaa yes! He is a Kenyan your country run by a Kenyan!” Sure is, I say. Obama’s father was not born in this city but that does not stop his picture from being painted on the side of most busses and his face sketched on walls and photos of him hanging on dashboards and mantles where previously a picture of Jesus or Jay-Z used to be. I have not had one conversation with a single person in this country that did not come around to Obama at some point. The first thing a bus driver asks me when I get on the bus is “ahh merika, you vote Obama?” Yes yes I did, I say. May I get on the bus now? I wonder whether if I had said no if that might mean I couldn’t get on? But who in their right mind would say no to that question in this country? Already people tend to not believe you when you say yes. Generally though, Obama is a cultural icebreaker. I’m used to professing a vague distance from my country, if only for safety purposes. Now I’m actually free to profess a pride in my nation and president, and in fact must love my president or else. This is convenient since I also unabashedly, unconditionally, love Obama. In fact there is already a picture of him on my wall. All bow to the god of Amrika.