The hospital was the first facility that opened up OlKalou to the rest of the country. I told you when I had trouble telling my classmates in high school where I was from, because nobody seemed to have heard of the funny sounding OlKalou. Now we had doctors, clinical officers, nurses, lab technicians and other hospital workers from all over the country.
Before, OlKalou was an extension of the Gikuyu’s we originated from. We all seemed to have come from the same districts in Central Province, meaning we were all one tribe, Nyumba ya Mumbi, with the exception of Bhachu the Indian, the ‘Woria’ who ran the slaughterhouse and the Italian residents of the Catholic Church compound. But none of those counted as outsiders because they all spoke fluent Kikuyu like the rest of us.
Now, right there in OlKalou, you met hospital personnel who did not speak a word of Kikuyu. We had our first encounters with other tribes of Kenya right there at the hospital and it was refreshing as much as it was intriguing.
