Gangsta Guns

Ian and I were invited to a party celebrating the birthday of a NGO (Non-governmental Organization) Director this last weekend.  Our first evening out…without the kids.   We were both excited for the break.  We love our kids and all, but sometimes you need adult conversation that isn’t interrupted every 30 seconds or so.

We arrived at 7:10 to the birthday party slated to 7am.  Our first mistake.  Our friends in Portland should have taught us something about arriving fashionably late to social functions!    A dutch friend that we had met earlier faired much better with his plan of arriving at 9…he arrived instead at 8pm, right when the party was getting hopping!

Anyhow, a birthday party for a young English woman in Kenya looks like a bunch of African food (chipati

beef Stew, kachumbari

rice, chicken on the bone (lot of them) and an assorted variety of drinks alcoholic and non.  My favorite of the evening was the avocado smoothie.

Anyhow, as the birthday girls’ flat was quite small, we quickly were cozied up with several other folks and the conversation quickly flowed.  At one point, after some rising from his friends about playing Play Station nonstop, even til 4am, the Kenyan made some remark about “all you Americans with your guns”.  To which, the dutch man sitting with us exclaimed “Yeah, like this” and proceeded to pantomime drawing 2 guns from his waist belt, and aiming them sideways at us.  Two Kenyans sitting with us agreed about “All of you Americans hiding guns in your pants.  If you rob them, they will shoot you.”  Ian and I had to laugh and so “No, it isn’t really like that”.

What is America exporting to the rest of the world?

Well, regular broadcast television here in Kenya imports:  Law & Order, NCIS, House, The OC, That’s So Raven, America’s Next Top Model (gotta have Tyra in Kenya) and CSI.  Probably COPS too, but I haven’t seen it yet.  Guess that might explain why they think we all are walking around with pistols stuck down our pants.

So, yesterday, as we’re checking out this Dutch guys’ children’s home, and we’re walking around with the kids and the director’s wife, Eli exclaims, “My daddy has some gum”.  The director’s wife, who is Kenyan says, “What?  Your daddy has some guns?”   Yeh, that’s what most kids run around saying out of the blue.

Guess we’re going to have to work on the American image a little.  Has the NRA been over here running commercials or something?

For the record, I’m not against guns  (ok, well, I don’t really want them in my house).   We just don’t walk around with them stuck in our pants.


4 responses to this post.

  1. Posted by connie clemens on June 25, 2009 at 10:59 pm

    Back in the late 60s a revolutionary look at the power of the media was a bestseller. It was required college reading for me. At the time i thought McLuen had it probably right…”he argued in ‘The Medium is the Massage’ that the dominant communication media of our time will shape the way humans think, act, and ultimately perceive the world around them.” Forty plus years later your observation supports that. The power of Hollywood is unparalleled. Scary!


  2. Posted by Eve on June 26, 2009 at 8:47 am

    Who watched the kids? Was it weird to leave them? Amazing how they get such different images of us.


  3. Posted by AMERIKA on June 26, 2009 at 7:08 pm

    Something is wrong with this post – it doesn’t show up except for the title. Or maybe it’s me. I’m with Eve – who watched the kids? They’re getting pretty old now, did you just leave them home alone? 😉


    • Posted by mayfamily on June 26, 2009 at 7:38 pm

      hey, you have to click on the red “more” and then wait a minute. Don’t know what that’s about.

      Could it be “guns” in the title?


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