How to Eat a Forest

Billy Kahora recounts a journey into Kenya’s Mau Forest, where he confronts the interface between the ideal and the real, the disputed and the disparaged. It is a schizophrenic geography as mapped, as inhabited, and as marketed by the dispossessed, the landless, the landowner and the broker.

 

 1. How to eat a forest

 Almost everywhere, the redefinition of internal boundaries was carried out under cover of creating new administrative districts, provinces and municipalities. These administrative divisions had both political and economic goals

Achille Mbembe, “At the Edge of the World: Boundaries, Territoriality, and Sovereignty” 

Sometime in the late 1990s, a small number of individuals from the south of Narok District, Maasailand, and holding title deeds started making regular trips west and northwest into neighbouring Kalenjinland. The land brokers from Maasailand left their vast, cow-dung streaked and undisturbed plains and deep indigenous forests and travelled to the highly populated highlands of Bomet and beyond, as far as Nyamira District, Kisii. There they found large families, of three generations and even four, cramped onto as little as half an acre of land – working land that had been tilled season after season and was now choking.

In the west the land brokers found land-hungry Kipsigis, Kisii, and Luhya people who were mostly teachers, small-scale farmers, small businessmen and shopkeepers looking for land. But the visitors from Maasailand, who were actually selling a bountiful future, were a curious medley, the kind of disparate mishmash of fortune seekers found on any frontier that is up for grabs. They came in all sizes and packages: land brokers from the dusty streets of Narok town; agents affiliated to crooked Narok County councillors; sidekicks of powerful local provincial administration figures; members of a powerful political Narok family; Kalenjin individuals connected to Kalenjin MPs with access to new land deals; and the odd Ogiek individual.

All that the land brokers had in common was that they were vigilantes of acreage and mpaka (border). The frontier in question was the southern part of the Mau Forest Complex, also known as Mau South (the Maasai call it the Maasai Mau, a name heavily disputed by the Ogiek, who claim to be indigenous forest dwellers occupying the forests that lie adjacent to Masaai plains). This frontier was a boon to those living in the once fertile,  but now overpopulated, volcanic Kalenjin and the Kisii highlands.

These travellers of fortune went among the Kalenjin and Kisii small landholders and told amazing tales of kitiya, land that is untilled and virgin and up for sale, cheap. They promised tens of bags of harvest from a single acre. They scouted for potential buyers in the bars, tea and mandazi cafes of small trading centres. The names of these places would soon be replicated in their new Narok District homes, when the immigrants settled, and Narok soon acquired a Nyamira Ndogo, a Chebalungu Ndogo and a Kericho Ndogo. There was even a place called Sierra Leone, named after the peacekeeping soldiers from West Africa who came back from that conflict and bought land in the area with their severance pay. Many of the immigrants actually held real title deeds produced from the dusty corridors of the Narok Ministry of Lands office, and sales agreements drawn up by crooked Narok town lawyers. The land brokers promised protection; the land they were offering belonged to the mkubwa (big men) from Narok South who also had friends in government. And so evolved one of the largest land grabs in Kenyan history.

The premise was simple and devastating: the crooked lawyers and surveyors arbitrarily changed the representation on a map to a magnification that stretched into the nearby Mau South Forest, a “neutral” and vast territory that was a natural space of forest that no one was protecting or looking after – or rather, had no private ownership of, the Mau South Forest protected by the Narok County council. Beyond the Narok border, the Mau forest on Kalenjin land was protected by the government, as gazetted by the Kenyan parliament. There the forest remained sacrosanct and untouched. So lands that bordered the Mau South forest stretched for miles inside and all around the edges of the Mau within the Narok boundaries. Small parcels of land multiplied into their tens as land surveyors were instructed to redraw the map of the original piece of land and eat up the forest.

HOW TO EAT A FOREST.There were several other schemes. At times land was sold by the agent/broker to a relatively poor immigrant, and subsequently offered by the politically connected seller to a prominent national government official. This was in exchange for political patronage. The gamble was that although the immigrant would soon occupy the land, the prominent national politician would hardly bother to actually visit the piece of land, let alone take real ownership. One piece of land could thus be used for both financial gain and political reward. Also, in the overtures and initial negotiations in Kisii and Bomet, promises were made and cash deposits given by the land-hungry as a commitment of interest. Once the preliminary agreement was signed, a date was set for the new landowners to come to Narok to finalise the deal. Sometimes these deals never panned out, and many lost their deposits to crooked brokers. The clearing of the forest also generated timber and charcoal for the sellers. The new areas brought in retail commerce that was controlled by cartels connected to the sale of the forest. A thriving new economy was created in all sorts of ways.

So, acre by acre the Mau South forest was illegally sold. The architects behind the illegal sale of the Maasai Mau were later said to be shocked at the extent of what they had started. Once the concept of an undefined mpaka filtered into the Narok countryside’s psyche and became the norm, it dawned upon the culprits that the forest they had started selling was not limitless and the tide was almost unstoppable. By then it was too late. Thousands of hectares of the Mau South had been sequestered. And the forest had been almost completely eaten.

What eventually stopped the game was the change of political regimes in December 2002, when Mwai Kibaki  took over from Daniel arap Moi. And so the language of eating forest completely changed. Suddenly all the land-buying immigrants were labelled encroachers (the majority were from Moi’s tribe, the Kalenjin, who found themselves at a disadvantage within the new political dispensation), even if they had possibly given up their life savings for virgin land with real title deeds.  “Encroaching” became the new buzz word. The fashionable word in independent Africa has always been “squatter” in this kind of circumstance. But an encroacher was seen as a “foreign invader”, whereas a squatter was a property-less local individual. A squatter was considered to be relatively harmless, while the encroacher was seen to be intruding upon and seizing property that had been clearly mapped and was already owned. In the Mau context, a primordial hatred developed towards encroachers .

This distinction was a signifier of how completely things had changed in the Mau scenario after a change of government. Whereas the older immigration had been part of a larger “deal” in which all involved benefitted, “encroaching” became part of a new and larger political game. At the heart of the game was a misrepresentation of epic proportions, and now these so-called encroachers were seen as Kalenjin agents planning to completely recreate a political boundary that encroached into Maasailand by pushing the Bomet district boundary into Narok district. The game was redefined as a classic case of changing internal administrative boundaries and maps to the advantage of the ruling regime. The accusation was one of gerrymandering.

Hand-in-hand with this debate about who was an encroacher and who was “genuine” was another aspect of the Mau South issue – the question of indigeneity. Among the title deed brigade from Narok District involved in the illegal sale of the forest were individuals from the Narok Ogiek community. The Ogiek seemed to have emerged  into the national psyche around 1994, after the United Nations declared an International Day for Indigenous People. Non-governmental organisations were set up in Narok by individuals, until then popularly known as Ndorobos, to start fighting for their rights. The leaders of this movement took up their new name, the Ogiek (meaning “caretaker of all animals and plants”) and claimed a unique and conservation-friendly relationship with the forest.

 

 2. Practising forest, selling shambas

 Most of these conflicts are expressed in the form of an opposition between autochthonous populations and strangers. Citizenship is conceived in ethnic and territorial terms, and an individual’s enjoyment of civil rights depends on his appurtenance to an ethnic group or locality

Achille Mbembe, “At the Edge of the World: Boundaries, Territoriality, and Sovereignty” 

 

Travelling along the recently built Narok-Kisii Highway back in 2005, at the height of the Mau South saga, the arrow-straight, mirror-like asphalt lies parallel to the rapidly shrinking southernmost borders of the Mau South forest borders. Feeder roads turn to the right and branch in the general direction of the forest every 15 km. The land is flat and monotonous, and even in a speeding car one feels as if standing still. A truck in the distance looks like a Matchbox toy. The horizon is so straight that the edge of the sky looks like a brilliant fairy tale lake from Hans Christian Andersen. We feel as if we are at the end of Kenya,and in a sense we are. The southernmost border of Narok District is also the Tanzania-Kenya border. The Mau South Forest starts 17km from Narok town. It has an area of 46,278ha and sits astride Narok District, extending west and north. It is the southernmost part of the once 290,000ha Mau complex that borders Kericho to the west and Nakuru to the north. It is often said that it was once larger than Nairobi Province.

HOW TO EAT A FOREST..We are looking for an Ogiek man, Samuel Kamikil, who, we are told, knows how the forest was eaten. We go down the first road off the Narok Highway that turns off in the general direction of the Maasai Mau forest into Ngareta location. The Ogiek, according to some, have lived here for at least three generations. Ngareta location straddles both north and south Narok and is about 20 km from Narok town. Further down the highway there are three more right turns that lead into other small Maasai, Kipsigis and Ogiek communities and trading centres – Chebulenga, Ololonga and Mulot – and eventually into the forest. The first and third names respectively are Luyha and Kalenjin – signs of the modern colonisation that took place in these spaces in the late 1990s and into the millennium. Some of the roads leading to the forest’s southern border were built for the sole purpose of illegally accessing the forest.

The straight, dusty road we travel on to meet this man, Kamikil, is of the kind that grinds the bones and the drive shafts of a car. We meet combine harvesters, tractors, black mamba bicycles and an old drunken woman who flags us down and proceeds to curse heavily when we stop. She then makes out as if to spit, but all that comes out is the harsh question “Mnataka msitu?” You want forest?

We find Samuel Kamikil sitting by the roadside with his children. The Ogiek say that they recognise each other from looking at the eyes. Our first impression of Kamikil is his weird and close resemblance to the US actor Scott Glenn. Kamikil is tough, sharp-eyed, wiry, thin and outdoorsy but at the same time extremely soft-spoken and self-deprecating. He has riveting, piercing eyes like the actor.

As we start our interview the motors of illegal chainsaws deep in the forest stir the quiet air. This is just several hours after meeting officials from the Narok District headquarters who told us that everyone had been evicted from the forest. On our way to meet Kamikil we frequently edged towards the margins of the narrow road to let Canter after Canter pass by. The load at the back was usually completely covered with tarpaulin, but our guide told us that the vehicles were probably ferrying timber or charcoal to Nakuru. There, a well-connected Nakuru timber miller was making millions.

Samuel Kamikil does not remember the exact year he was born. “Nilizaliwa wakati wa Mau Mau. Siku Hio. I was born at the time of the Mau Mau.” Those days. He suddenly hands over his ID, and it gives his date of birth as 1964, at least six years after the Mau Mau surrendered. Also, the name on his ID is Salaton Ole Nadunguenkop, which is a Maasai name unlike most Narok Ogiek names. Ogiek names are actually Kalenjin. And Kamikil sounds like a Kalenjin name – we have yet to figure why he has two names. The Ogiek claim that the taking of Maasai or Kalenjin names happened back in 1930 when a colonial proposition to the Land Commission to assimilate the Ogiek into the neighbouring tribes with whom they had closest affinity was enforced.

On the side of the road, Kamikil remembers an idyllic childhood gathering honey and hunting game. Life was dictated by the migration cycles of bee colonies. “Kila Ndorobo alikuwa anaishi kwa mlima yake. The community I was born in consisted of about 500 individuals and we had our own hill. Our life was of many kilometres. The bees always led us to the honey. Land did not belong to anyone. We went where the bees went. The worst thing that could happen was the disappearing of the flowers that the bees liked. We were then forced to live on meat,” Kamikil recalls.

We say nothing of the fact that Kamikil uses the name “Ndorobo” unproblematically. Most of the Ogiek we have met so far have discarded the un-PC “Ndorobo” for “Ogiek”. “Il Ntorobo” means “poor” in Maasai. He then tells us how his community started farming in the early 1970s, when he was still a child. This was because of exposure to other foods outside the forest world. He remembers that that was when other aspects of “Ndorobo” life started changing.

“Before we started building huts we were living in ngabuna (structures of leaf, branches and bark). We also lived inside stony hillsides where we spent nights and rainy days.

Hakuna chief. Kulikuwa na wazee wakusema wasipite mlima ile kwenda kuchukua asali ya wale wengine. Usivuke mpaka. Ile mzinga iko pande hiyo ni ya nani. There was no chief. There were just elders that controlled the hills and the honey.  Hatukuwa tunaona watu wengine. Tulikuwa tunapelekea watu asali ya kutairisha watu na kuolewa. We were the only ones in the world. Honey was our money. That’s what we used to get circumcised and as dowry.”

He talks of an idyllic time when Ogiek clans lived in harmony and migrated to and fro within the Mau forest. Then, he says, he became lucky. His father insisted on his attending school and that was when he obtained an ID and he became known to the Republic of Kenya as Salaton Ole Nadunguenkop. But he still kept his identity as Samuel Kamikil from his childhood.

Suddenly the old Maasai woman we met on the roadside on the way to the interview appears. She has a friend in tow and they start shouting drunkenly from the road at us sitting in the grass. All I can make out is “Ndorobo, Ndorobo”. This goes on for several minutes and then they move on, muttering loudly. One of the other Ogiek men sitting with us tells us the woman was accusing Ndorobos of selling the forest. He laughs nervously. We learn later that this is the general sentiment in Narok District among the Masaai when it comes to the Ogiek. Many Maasai, including a Narok County councillor we talk to, hold the “Ndorobo” in the lowest possible regard. Statements about the Ogiek are either dismissive or extremely bigoted. The councillor tells us that the Maasai have never disturbed the forest, which was used as a grazing area during drought in the lower plains south of the Mau South forest.

Kamikil promises to take us into the forest the next day to show us his home that was burned and destroyed by the National Alliance of Rainbow Coalition (NARC) government. Curiously, he does not talk of the Kenyan police or the Narok provincial administration. I ask him whether I should call him by his Ogiek name, Samuel Kamikil, or the one recognised by the Republic of Kenya, Salaton Ole Nadunguenkop. He pauses, then grins. “Unaweza Niita Salaton. Call me Salaton.”  

Before we drive off he insists we take a photo of him in traditional skins. It is important for the world to know how the Ogiek live. He is dressed like any middlingly prosperous Kenyan farmer: nondescript canvas jacket, collared flowered shirt, standard khaki trousers and safari boots, complete with a cane. His son, a boy in his early teens, has been fiddling with my cellphone and asks me to bring him one like it the following day.

The next day we meet Kamikil and bring a guide called Michael Setek with us. Setek is the treasurer of a local NGO known as Friends of the Mau Forest. He is also Maasai and has lived in the area all his life, and has been fighting for the protection of the Mau South forest since he was in his teens. When we try to introduce Setek to Ole Nadunguenkop, the former laughs loudly. The two exchange a greeting that we’ve never heard. “B-o-p,” is roughly what it sounds like. Ole Nadunguenkop gives a wry grin. We drive to the edge of the Mau South forest and start to walk into it in single file. We are at the extreme boundary of Narok South constituency and once we cross the river into the forest we enter into Narok North. We leave MP Ole Ntutu’s land and enter MP Ntimama’s country, which is still dense undisturbed forest.

Setek and I walk slightly ahead. A colleague walks behind us with the man we are now thinking of as Salaton Ole Nadunguenkop, as constantly reaffirmed by Setek. Often Ole Nadunguenkop shouts directions from behind when we come to forked paths. Once we are in the forest, Ole Nadunguenkop exudes a calm authority, unlike yesterday’s measured deference. We move from sparse tree cover to a large flat glade and start climbing into deep thick forest. The air becomes fresher as we reach higher altitudes. Though it is a relatively hot day, it is wet and cool in the forest. Setek laughs when I enquire how he knows Kamikil.

Huyu mtu mnaita Kamikil na mjua sana. Ameuza msitu sana. This man you are calling Kamikil I know him very well. He is Ole Nadunguenkop. He has sold a lot of the forest.

Huko Ngareta anashamba kubwa. Hakuna shida yuko nayo. Anaishi kwa mama yake. Huu mtu anapeleka mpaka Subaru. Ya brown. In Ngareta he has a large shamba. Or his mother has a large shamba that was once part of the group ranch that was given to the Ogiek, then later subdivided. He is not destitute. He even has a car. A Subaru. A brown one. 

Hii maneno ya Mau ni kali sana. Utapata watu wanakuambia maneno ya uwongo. Hata ile maneno mimi nakuambia lazima udoublecheck.  This Mau thing is very complex. People will be telling you lies and all sorts of things. Even for me you must double-check everything I tell you.”  

I listen to this as I am still trying to digest the information about Kamikil and his car. Setek speaks a Maasai Swahili expressed entirely in the third person, and it is at times hard to decipher what he is saying. I think back to the previous day. At the end of our conversation with Kamikil, we had been sufficiently moved by his measured tales of woe with the NARC government to give his sons several hundred shillings, after listening to his family’s account of homelessness and destitution following the evictions.

My Nairobi sense of the hustle has perked up, and on hearing Setek’s story, I now look at Ole Nadunguenkop with less pity and more respect. Part of me sees him as a man of enterprise. I even stop asking him when we will come across one of his beehives. And though the claim that his family (Kamikil) has been rendered landless is now dubious, we will learn later that there are 30 Ogiek families who were evicted in spite of possessing genuine title deeds, and are now living in Nakuru with relatives.

Suddenly we hear noises in the shrubbery. A man carrying a large wooden post on his shoulder appears. He looks alarmed and sheepish when he sees us. We partly expect him to flee. Ole Nadunguenkop soon catches up with us and the man loses all discomfiture. Ole Nadunguenkop exchanges rapid words in Kipsigis with the post-bearing individual.

Unapeleka hiyo post wapi?” Setek then asks. Where are you taking that post?

Hii post ni ya huyu,” the man says quickly. He points at Ole Nadunguenkop. This post belongs to him. With nothing else to say, the man quickly passes us and continues hurtling down the hill. There are birds all around us, and the stream that serves as the border between Narok North and Narok South constituencies gurgles nearby. A ray of sunlight lands on Ole Nadunguenkop’s head through the leafy canopy above.

As we climb higher there are more trees now, and it is ever more silent. Now and then we find a felled tree and several posts lying around it. We go through dense underbrush for about 20 minutes and suddenly come into a clearing straight out of the TV version of Swiss Family Robinson. There is a clearly demarcated homestead with three wooden huts, two mud ones and a small goat shed. Sloping around the buildings is some of the finest crop of maize we have ever seen. But weeds are now growing through it. There are also fat cabbages and sprouting beans. All around the clearing are tall dense trees. This is Ole Nadunguenkop’s home. I can’t imagine how the new NARC government ever found him. Later we will learn there are homesteads still deeper in the forest.

As we stand there silently, the post-bearing man suddenly reappears from the trees. He tells us his name, and that he originally hails from beyond Bomet town and is Kipsigis. He came to Narok a year ago and Ole Nadunguenkop “sold” him a piece of land. There were no title deeds in this particular transaction, and it took place in a different time before NARC would have ever have found Ole Nadunguenkop.

Ukikuja unaongea tuu na Mzee (Ole Nadunguenkop),” the man says. One would just talk to Ole Nadunguenkop. The man eventually married into his new benefactor’s family and occupies the homestead next to Ole Nadunguenkop. He farms his own land and also doubles as a worker for the “old man”, Ole Nadunguenkop, now and then when needed. Mzee. Cutting down the odd tree. There is a pile of fresh-looking posts next to the burnt shell of Ole Nadunguenkop’s former home. In Kiambu the small pile would be worth several thousand  shillings.

Today things have become very different very quickly, triggered by a series of coincidences – the most important of which is inadvertently having brought Setek along with us. Yesterday Samuel Kamkil was extremely voluble about his life as an Ogiek. Today, as Ole Nadunguenkop, he seems uneasy. He admits to us that he has no title deed for this particular piece of land. But he says this as if it is of no consequence, and without any irony. Like a man talking about the weather. At the heart of it, he is Samuel Kamikil, an Ogiek, and believes that the forest belongs to him and he can sell it as he wills.

When we ask who else has sold land in the forest, Ole Nadunguenkop says he and his brother have a land association. He is the chairman. “Inaitwa Ogiek Association Group,” he says. This is the first time since we met him that he has used the term Ogiek. I do not ask whether the association is registered.

Ole Nadunguenkop does not say much when we eventually leave. There is no further talk of photos in traditional skins. There is no more talk of honey and showing us his beehives. We leave him to live his oddly double life. Later, he sends a mistaken message of gratitude to us through Setek after the new NARC government eventually promises the Ogiek title deeds, weeks later. Ole Nadunguenkop tells Setek, “Marafiki wako walitusaidia sana. Sasa tutapata mashamba. Your friends really helped us. Now we will get land.” Setek tells us that Ole Nadunguenkop will probably start looking for a market for that land on hearing that title deeds are coming.

Ole Nadunguenkop is the first living signpost we meet of an Ogiek schizophrenia that wavers between the Ogiek as conservationist and the Ogiek as land broker. When it comes to the Mau Forest, he will not be the last. Like Samuel Kamikil/Salaton Ole Nadunguenkop, many Ogiek we eventually encounter seem to be two things, an interface between the ideal and the real: Samuel Kamikil, who claims to be dispossessed and landless, is a forest dweller and hunter and gatherer who lives on honey; and Salaton Ole Nadunguenkop, who is a Mau forest broker, is a landowner and drives a Subaru. After Kamikil/Ole Nadunguenkop we encounter the interface between Ndorobos, who in reinventing themselves into Ogieks became one of the last indigenous Kenyan peoples, long-suffering and landless, and, on the other hand, the members of large rich Ogiek landowning families who are lawyers, professors, human rights activists and NGO heads, and who are dabbling in eating forest. A protector, I suppose, is free to do anything with what he protects, and he is also free to claim an innocence at the same time.

Later in our travels in the region, we will acquire a KSh54 million sales agreement with Ole Nadunguenkop’s name on it. A source reveals to us that Kamikil is probably just an agent for more powerful forces in Narok South involved in the large-scale illegal sale of the Mau South forest. The names of powerful Narok politicians come up. In a sense our theory and observation about Ogiek schizophrenia are not necessarily true. And then I remember him telling us that he cannot read and write, and that he signs everything with his thumbprint. Naweka alama. But I also remember him saying that his father took him to school.

 3. How To Be Indigenous – A Workshop, A Photo Essay and An Email

 As a result of international policies of conservation, whole territories are now outside state authority … managed on the capitation model by international organisations seeking to protect the environment, these territories have a de facto extraterritorial status

Achille Mbembe, “At the Edge of the World: Boundaries, Territoriality, and Sovereignty” 

 

The Workshop

4 July 2005, Jumuiya Hotel, Nakuru. 9am. Workshop. Alternative Approaches for the Mitigation of Land Use and Land Tenure Conflicts. Invited and present: three members of Ogiek Community and their lawyer, J. Kiprono; the Hon. Rift Valley MPs present; members of Resettled Communities; Kenya Land Alliance Chairman – a career NGO type with a jaundiced but longing eye towards political ascendancy. He keeps on mheshiiwaaing an indifferent senior Rift MP, asking him what he thinks of every utterance. Present and seated – all except the Attorney General, the Minister of Lands, and the boyish Minister of Environment and Natural Resources. The chair is a Swiss PhD student, Albert (who looks like a Carl, and I never get his real name until the end of the conference), very pale and supported by the convenor for Mau Interests (ERMIS), one Jackson Muremi. Background to the meeting: the recent Mau evictions and the pending court cases. Everyone is heated and seated. It’s buzzing and cold in Nakuru and the atmosphere is that of a court-martial.

“Firstly, where is the government?” says a voice that bangs against the four walls of the small room. Chair and PhD student Albert H clears his throat. The accent is bland, with the flattest vowels and the most solid consonants I’ve ever heard. South Swiss, I learn later. All the way from the Alps to resolve land issues in the Rift Valley.

“Faist, aah’d laik to wailcome you to our one dai conference todai. And we did to invite the gaivernment todai. The AG. The Ministry of Lainds and the Parliamentary Laind Committee.”

His co-chair, Jackson Muremi from ERMIS, adds, “We also invited NEMA and the Ministry of Environment.” Someone laughs at the non-present government. Others, mostly the Kalenjin MPs, mutter, “Wanalala, kawaida yao. They are asleep, as is their way.”There are about 15 individuals at the table. I sit next to a UNEP (Belgian, I learn later) type with a terrible cold who keeps on asking me to confirm or clarify comments, accents from around the table. I’m lost in translation between the Belgian French accent and the sniffles.

“Who isssss that?” he whispers such that everyone can hear.

“The most important Kalenjin MP in the Rift,” I say.

“Aaaah,” he says, looking at me meaningfully and immediately goes into a coughing and sneezing fit. The individual on his other side scrapes his chair away from him.

“I’m terrified of catching a cold from him, a foreigner. Could be fucking Asian flu. Nothing my local immune system can handle,” the individual tells me later. The Belgian keeps on writing furious notes and sniffing into one miserable, wet piece of tissue.

We spend the morning being taken through satellite maps. The Rift MP and Mr Belgian-French eventually fall asleep. Lunch is fundamentalist, biblical. Jumuiya Hotel, being a Christian organisation, has some sects living there, all on conference. We are the only group that doesn’t pray and sing a hymn before eating in the vast dining hall. Later that afternoon, Albert (or Carl) separates us into different groups: Ogiek, Environmentalists, Government and Settlers. There is playful banter about who belongs where.

One of the Ogiek representatives, J. Towett, is invited to take the seminar through the happening land cases. I’ve discovered that Ogieks are quite a hybrid group. Towett looks, to my jaundiced Nairobi eye, like a Kalenjin, dark with shiny skin, cheeks like he’s stuffed small unripe pears into his mouth, and buck-toothed. M, Cheruiyot looks like a Rift Valley Kikuyu; his colour is that of weak tea with a spot of milk. He is lanky, with arms almost reaching his knees. He is immediately likeable. K. Saina, a lawyer and another Ogiek representative, has a Kalenjin face that is rapidly filling out and the body of a small Kikuyu businessman after years of eating meat on River Road. Chewing on a toothpick, he looks alert and ready for opportunity. They are all professionals – a lawyer, a writer and a human rights activist.  None of the animal skins and honey calabashes you see on Ogiek.org.

Towett introduces Case No. 421 of 2002 that challenged settlements. “We are in our country. We are not settlers. We are not in Zimbabwe and we are not in the UK. We’ve been fighting for our rights since independence. We are seen as a brutal, savage community. Our lands are playfields for elephants. The environmentalists say that we are encroachers,” says Towett.

He continues, “I am here to observe and resolve the conflict… We the MPs see this as a very serious matter. It will affect the whole of the Rift Valley. From what we discuss here… I hope some solutions will be realised. I see that there is a lot of false generosity, false dialogue, false solutions. The Ogiek have been turned into a false project.”

He finishes with some aplomb, reading from a report that he plans to publish as a book, the Ogiek world view: “the Ogiek have been speaking on behalf of the natural world being plundered by government and corporations… the Ogiek feel humanity must work together, not just for survival but for quality of life based on universal values that protect the delicate interrelatedness of life that protects us all.”

The Photo Essay 

Granta 92: A View From Africa. A visual narrative of the Ogiek by Geert van Kesteren, with no captions.

Photo 1: A blur of three men wearing red shukas (usually Maasai garb) walking in a forest setting.

Photo 2: Four young men in a forest setting, stationary, in Maasai shukas, looking up beyond the canopy into the sky. Worshipping nature?

Photo 3: A man tears into animal flesh with his hands. Is this lunch?

Photo 4: Four men sit at the edge of a cave. Is this where they live?

Photo 5: A forest enclosure. Several individuals sit around a fire tearing at flesh. Several dogs lie around them. Is this a festive occasion?

Photo 6: Two young men in animal hides carrying bows and arrows. Their faces are painted with a white chalky substance. There are some Ayrshire grade cows in the background.

Photo 7: More young men in animal hides and with chalk faces watching a passerby pushing a bicycle.

Photo 8: A young man in animal hide and with white chalked face holds up a little dead yellow bird. Is he going to eat it?

Photo 9: Three older men look on. One holds up some kind of stick and another holds a calabash.

Photo 10: A middle-aged man looks at the camera impassively.

Photo 11: Several young men in a smoky interior play pool.

Photo 12: Several men sit inside a dark interior drinking from tin cups.

Photo 13: Several older men salute into the night.

Photo 14: Two women are walking through an empty meadow carrying household belongings.

Photo 15: Women and children stand gazing into a camera at the edge of a forest.

Photo 16: A man in a suit talks into a telephone in an office setting. There is a graduation gown hanging on the wall beside him.

Photo 17: A landscape containing trees that have just been felled above the roots, presumably for timber.

The Email

Dear Ms J–, 

My name is Billy Kahora and I work for an environmental magazine called Ecoforum, based in Nairobi. Your name was given to me by C. Selempo of the Ogiek Women’s Development Consult. 

I am currently working on an extended feature for Ecoforum on evictions in the Mau Forest. As you might well know, the Mau Forest story is a complex issue and not least is the Ogiek issue. The reason I’m writing to you is because your organisation was involved in funding some Ogiek non-governmental organisations. 

Though our main feature is on the Mau Forest, its destruction and the build-up to the evictions, we are also doing a second feature on the Ogiek peoples and how they relate to the forest. We initially planned to use their plight as a microcosm that reflects the abuse of the forest till we discovered a number of interesting things that showed the issue was not as black-and-white as we thought and the Ogiek are not, as a whole, dispossessed victims as we thought. This is because:

– We discovered that some Ogiek parties had been involved in the illegal sale of land in the Mau forest.

– We discovered that many rural Ogiek poor did not even know the existence of the many NGOs that claim to be fighting on their behalf.

– We discovered a very mercenary attitude within some Ogiek quarters and this was a far cry from what we had envisioned of the indigenous people who have been dispossessed and wronged for years. We concluded that to some extent the plight of the Ogiek is a carefully constructed narrative for the benefit of some Ogiek elites, a poverty brand they use to make money.  

We have spoken to many Ogiek leaders, elders and people living in the Mau including C. Selempo and our feature has grown beyond the issue of the Mau forest and developed into also doing an investigative profile of the Ogiek. This does not however mean that there are no rural Ogiek who are poor and need help. Far from it. It just means that some have used the Ogiek and built a poverty brand they can use to enrich themselves, and this has become part of the profile of the Ogiek as a people. Of course this is not unique to the Ogiek and has happened with many indigenous peoples the world over. 

Thus, we feel that a profile of the Ogiek not only involves the forest dwelling, hunting and gathering aspects of their culture, but also this kind of perverse modernisation. What could be seen as the Ogiek.org aspect of the Ogiek.

We reliably learned that your organisation was involved in funding some projects of the Ogiek Rural Integrated Project and we would like to ask you some questions about this.

What is the name of your organisation and what does it do? 

When did your organisation become involved with ORIP and what was the nature of your relationship? Who were you involved with in your dealings with ORIP or any other Ogiek individuals? 

What projects did you fund in the Ogiek community?

We have heard allegations from other quarters that some of the funds you donated to ORIP were mismanaged. Is this true? And can you please tell us how this happened and who the culprits were? 

Though responding to the above question format would be simple we would appreciate if you gave us a blow-by-blow detailed account of your dealings with ORIP.  We were told that you visited Narok several times and we would be very interested in your side of the story. For example we have been told of physical confrontations between yourself and a leader of ORIP. These kinds of details would help us present a compelling narrative on the modern Ogiek that would serve as an investigative counterpoint to the idealistic and normative information about the “beautifully primitive” Ogiek.  

Please feel free to add anything you might feel is pertinent to this story. 

Kind regards

Billy Kahora

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Dear Billy Kahora, 

I received your lengthy request without problems, and read it twice to make sure I understand what is the purpose of your writing. If I am right, you are a journalist and you want to write an insight story on both the destruction of Mau forest, and how the Ogiek relate to the forest. As you have been talking to C. Selepo (you misspelled the name), you came up with the idea that I could help you with the latter. 

As you come up with a serious question, I will also give you an (sic) serious answer. Our perspective on the issue differ (sic) widely. As a journalist, you are aiming in writing an (sic) good story: a story that peoples (sic) are eager to read. The more interesting the story, the more peoples will probably buy your magazine (sic) Ecoforum

 Then again, I am working for an NGO for Indigenous Peoples. Therefore I have another perspective. The aim of my organisation is to promote the rights of the Indigenous Peoples worldwide, amongst them the Ogiek. Now the question is: will your insight story contribute to the promotion of the rights of the Ogiek? We believe it will not do so. On the contrary, it will reduce the chanses (sic) of support for the poor rural Ogiek, the ones you agree really need help. For that reason, I will not be able to contribute to your story. 

 I hope you understand my position in this matter. If you anyhow decide to write a story on the relation of the Ogiek to their forest, I hope you find a way to put into perspective the idea of the “beautiful primitive Ogiek” without harming the peoples who have already suffered too much on the ground. 

Best wishes,

 R J
Netherlands Centre for Indigenous Peoples (NCIV)
P.O. Box ****
GB Amsterdam
The Netherlands
Tel. ************
Fax. ************
Website: www.***.net 

 

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