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An Old Africa Hand
Dick and Diana Hedges arrived in Nairobi in 1956 overland from Newport Pagnell, UK in their beloved ex-army ambulance. (A photo of their arrival appeared on Old Africa’s...
'Thu, 29 Mar 2012'

 

My story concerns Christmas on the Kenyan coast in 1963. Despite the atrocities committed by the Mau Mau during their uprising and equal atrocities that have recently come to light associated with its suppression, race relations in Kenya have been surprisingly good when compared to other parts of the world where black and white live side by side.

I believe there are several reasons for this. First, at the height of the administration of the Kenya colony, impartial liberal observers accused the white settlers of treating their black servants like they treated their horses. The criticism floundered when it was agreed by all that the whites treated their horses extremely well. The black-white relationships in the Southern United States and South Africa seemed to have hate as the chief factor (Ku Klux Klan and lynching for example), but the paternal despotism of the white settler in Kenya was based on a feeling of superiority, more than on...

Shel Arensen
Shel Arensen, editor of Old Africa magazine, was born in an African country that's no longer on the map - Tanganyika Territory. He moved to Kenya in 1960 as a four-year-old with his...
'Mon, 26 Mar 2012'

I rode in the back of our white Volkswagen beetle, registration KCY 434, from central Kenya to northeastern Congo in 1968 when I was 12 years old. My father had to speak at a conference at Rethy.  We drove through Eldoret, into Uganda and Kampala before driving northwest and crossing the Nile on a ferry at Pakwatch. Most of the trip we drove on well-graded dirt roads. I’d have to think hard about making that same trip today, even with a strong four-wheel drive vehicle. But we did come to one river crossing that had flooded. My father wasn’t sure the VW would be able to cross, so he assigned me to measure the depth. I stripped off my short trousers and shoes and walked across the river. My father snapped this picture as I walked back to the car. After measuring how far the water had crept up my legs...