Who remembers when our parents used to drag us to ‘shagz’ (Rural home) especially during festive seasons to spend time with our extended family away from the hustle and bustle of the city?

However, as we grew up we slowly learned how to break free, opting to spend the time with pals partying than being soaked in goat blood. (Yes, slaughtering an animal is considered a must in most African communities during Christmas.)

Fast forward to the current era where tats and piercing are the order of the day and this led me to pose a question to a few guys asking them “When was the last time you went to the village┬áto visit your grandparents and how was your stay?”

 

Dedan, a Journalism student in Nairobi, tells me that the last time he went to their rural place in Meru he became the talk of town due to his tattoos.

“I couldn’t even stay there for a week because everybody in the village scheduled a day to pass by and see this ‘Thug’ that has graced their village and disrupted their peace. They called me all sorts of names ‘Mafia’ ‘Al- Qaeda’ which shocked me and I had to leave for Nairobi Asap.” He says.

 

“Everybody thinks i have too many piercings. Last week i alighted in a bus stop in Thika town and a ‘bodaboda’ rider shouted at me “Umetoboa kama mwanamke!” ”

“‘You have piercings like a woman!’ But I am already used to it. I just don’t mind their naivety.” Explains Kevo with a cheeky grin.

Where does this put us as a society?

Is the progress in urban towns more progressive than that of rural towns in such a way that would lead to hostility towards our fashion and trends whenever ‘we’ visit such places?