All politics is local, all peace is political: a peace workers story
I was born in 1970, to the Sabey tribe. From 1977 to 1979, when I was a young boy, I remember seeing the conflict between the Sabey and the Pokot. The Pokots would come and we (the women and children) would go up to the caves with the animals to sleep there where it was safe. The women would wail. They fought with bows and arrows then, I never saw a gun. Even the home guards were not armed, but they were very serious about duty. One time a man neglected his shift and he was beaten in front of his children, then fined a goat and a jerry can of local brew.
I remember hearing that one of our great warriors had been killed by the Pokot and I really felt it. I was happy when our warriors came with Pokot cows to divide among themselves. It was a source of pride and a big part of our culture. Now, with guns, things are different. I never thought I would end up doing peace work. We thought that was something for the government. We also knew there was something called the UN that should help the government and keep them in line. Things are different now. We know that everything is local. |