Kenya – Mothers take a stand against western ideologies

Finally – any stand is a good stand.

To those unfamiliar, strollers are viewed as cages and contraptions for containing children, when in fact children should be close to their mothers.

We are holding to our cultural roots by continuing with our traditions, though former and present colonialists are trying to force us to help feed their families by purchasing items that do not agree with our culture [- Full Article -]:

“Across Africa, women can be seen carrying sleeping or sometimes giggly babies on their backs, swathed in cloth. The babies move to the sway of their mothers’ hips, synchronized throughout the day, bending with them as they collect water or sweep the floor and rising again when the women stop to rest. They hang on as their mothers sell food in the market or pray at a church or mosque.

The introduction of strollers and baby carriages, both known here by the British word “pram,” horrifies traditionalists, even someone such as Wambui, who sells them.”

‘Irene Wambui can’t imagine why anyone would buy a baby stroller. She says she sees it as a cold cage filled with useless rattles, cup holders and mirrored headlights. Imagine children being stuffed into such a contraption and pushed around town like some kind of pet.’

Valuable Insight, Wisdom and Genius spoken by our sisters and brothers:

“The stroller has sparked debate among African pediatricians who think the device — first crafted as a labor-saving tool for the European middle class — may damage the relationship between a mother and a child.

“The pram is the ultimate in pushing the baby away from you,” said Frank Njenga, a child psychiatrist in Nairobi, Kenya’s bustling capital. “The baby on the back is actually following the mother in warmth and comfort. The baby feels safer, and safer people are happier people.”

So that being said unhappy europeans are unhappy because they do not feel safe.

Long ago culturally speaking , black was seen as the color of life (think about rich, black and fertile soil) and white was the color of death (when one dies, one grows pale and takes on a ashen white color).

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