HJ,
I don’t know what is the major religion of Kenya, it may be Evangelical Christian, if what I learned during a week in Mombasa and environs while on active duty. Everywhere I went it seemed there was another Evangelical Church, usually Anglican.
This I do know for sure, the first two people I met after I walked down the brow were proudly Muslim, a taxi driver, and a hotel clerk. The young man that I hired as a walking tour guide was Muslim, as was the gentleman from whom I purchased a hand carved from ebony rhinoceros. I met the carver and his son after midnight on the last night in port. I was returning to the ship from liberty, and he and his son were just finishing packing up the last few pieces of hand carved rhinos, giraffes, lions, elephants and so on. I spotted the rhino in the trunk of his car and just had to have it.
Most wood carvings meant for the tourist trade are simple outline only, called “slicks,” very little detail. This fellow missed that memo. His stuff was very detailed, and this rhino even had skin folds carved in. I asked for his best price, he mentioned a price that was insulting to the piece, it was so low. I could not insult the gentleman by just whipping out my wallet and paying what he asked, as though the rhino, and by extension, the carver, were beneath contempt, so I came back with a counter offer.
As the dicker progressed, and we got closer to an agreement, he offered me the hospitality of a Coke on ice, very refreshing in the midnight heat. We sat and sipped our Cokes, talking about this and that. He mentioned that his son, who was perhaps 16 or 17 was a good scholar, and was going on to University with tuition funded by the Christian Evangelical missionaries who had been his secondary school teachers. Remember, now, he is Muslim. Anyway, as we finished our Cokes, it was time to reach an agreement, so we did, I reached into my ruck to get my wallet and pay him in the local money. There was a Panasonic “Walkman” like tape player-AM/FM radio on top that I had to pull out to get to my wallet. The kid’s eyes lit up and he pointed at it, so I offered it to the gentleman instead of the money. Seeing the desire in his son’s eyes (the kid already had it on and was listening to it) he waved off the money and accepted the tape deck instead.
I made sure that it had new batteries, gave the kid a Jethro Tull tape, picked up the rhino, and walked aboard the ship. What makes this story so cool is that both of us, the carver and I, walked away from the deal feeling like bandits.
Sorry for the digression, but the first two people I met in Kenya were Muslim, and so were the last two people. That must count for something.