The Kenyan village where President Obama’s step-grandmother lives hasn’t benefited much from its association with him, and the country itself is still a maddening mystery.
|Lucy Achieng,9, left, and Clementine Achieng, 8, are fourth-grade pupils at Senator Barack Obama Primary School in Nyangoma-Kogelo, Kenya. The school lacks many things, and its headmaster says that when Barack Obama became U.S. president, “we expected too much.” (Barbara Davidson, Los Angeles Times / September 4, 2011)
You’ve come to see Sarah Onyango, you explain, the woman referred to as “Granny” by the president of the United States. You are coming with the blessing of the president’s half brother Malik Obama, you quickly add.
District Commissioner Boaz Cherutich, who controls the woman’s 24-hour security detail, dismisses you brusquely, saying: With the family’s permission, you don’t need mine. Go.
Down pitted dirt roads, behind a metal gate, you find policemen playing cards in the big front yard of the family compound where the president’s father is buried. Grim faced, they turn you away without explanation.
John the Fixer, who has arranged many such visits, doesn’t quite understand the problem, but the day is young, and he will make calls. “They have to consult widely,” he says.
Security has been tightened, he explains, since President Obama sent a team to kill Osama bin Laden, prompting vows of revenge. Kenya has been hit before, most calamitously when Al Qaeda blew up the U.S. Embassy in Nairobi in 1998.
“We used to love this place. You could walk in and out and see the grandmother,” he says. “She is a very social woman, but access to her has been restricted.”
Malik Obama is nearby, and he’s sure to straighten things out. He’s having a Coke on the patio of the area’s best hotel, the Mwisho Mwisho, whose name, “end end” in Swahili, reflects its reputation among tour guides as a refuge of last resort.
In Barack Obama’s memoir, “Dreams From My Father,” Malik is portrayed as a hard drinker with a magical laugh who converts to Islam, swears off liquor and serves as best man at his half brother’s wedding.
Now 53, Malik lives in a house beside their step-grandmother’s and calls himself the president of this remote, long-neglected village an hour and a half’s drive from the nearest big city. He doesn’t like to talk about how many wives he has â€” sometimes he says two, sometimes three â€” perhaps because his latest marriage, to a teenager, brought some unwelcome press.
This year, the Internal Revenue Service granted tax-deductible status to his charity, the Barack H. Obama Foundation, though a Virginia-based watchdog group, the National Legal and Policy Center, alleges he committed mail fraud by falsely claiming that status for years. His explanation: The process took longer than he expected.
He is planning to run for office, maybe parliament. He wants better roads, better schools, better government. For his half brother’s visit as an Illinois senator in 2006, the Kenyan government graded the dirt road to the family farmhouse, and around the time he won the U.S. presidency in 2008, the family got electricity. The area was declared a national heritage site, with promises of a cultural center, library and museum, but little has been done.
“We don’t have the best leaders,” Malik says. “If we fix up the roads, if we put in water and electricity, then it will be a great place. At the end of the day, I’m hoping we have a McDonald’s here.”
Despite the euphoria here attending Barack Obama’s election, tangible things haven’t changed much for most people. Few have running water, and most eke out a living on farms or in roadside shops. In the tumbledown concrete kiosks flanking the dirt road that runs through the main business district, seamstresses sew blouses for the equivalent of a dollar or two a day.
Tourists and journalists will come through, but they “spend a few short hours, and then they leave,” Malik says. “They just ask questions. They wear me out with these questions, and then they don’t spend any money.”
Why doesn’t somebody invest in a fruit juice factory that would employ some of the local jobless? Why doesn’t someone offer to build a few new classrooms? Why doesn’t the government of Kenya do something? “The misallocation of funds is really pathetic,” he says.
Kenyans experience a maddening inability to get answers to basic questions, such as who bears responsibility for a road that goes unbuilt, or where a bureaucrat is getting his orders. In this country of legendary corruption, then-Sen. Barack Obama caused a stir in 2006 when he arrived and denounced it. Years earlier, his stubbornly idealistic father, a civil servant, had done the same, and his frustration with the system helped ruin him.
Malik Obama, a man of many affairs, must run now. He announces that John the Fixer did not make it clear that you wanted to see Mama Sarah. John the Fixer vigorously disputes this. Still, Malik says, you have my blessing to visit the farmhouse. He doesn’t understand why the guards won’t permit entrance.
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