Over the past few days, bold Kenyans have come out to share shocking tales of racism that are being perpetuated in bars and restaurants in Nairobi, 59 years after the country attained its independence.

As these shocking stories continue to emerge, a Kenyan who was identified as Chepkemoi has come out to share her own encounter with racism in the Parklands and Ngara areas of Nairobi.

According to Chepkemoi, the worst forms of racism in Kenya are perpetuated in Parklands in Nairobi and Ngara. Worse, Africans who are employed as security guard are at the forefront of enforcing racism as per their paymasters’ wishes. Here is what Chepkemoi said, and we would lie to hear your take and, or experience:

“The past few days has seen so many people come out to talk about their racism experiences.

Kenya is exactly 59 years this year and it’s such a big shame that racism is still deeply rooted, especially in our capital. (Between me and you, is Kenya 59 for real?)

On the surface, we have our home back and we can rule it our own way but kwa ground vitu ni different.

Umewahi jaribu kutafuta nyumba Ngara, Parklands and some parts of Westlands? Hapa, racism walks shamelessly in broad daylight. In fact, it has the audacity to sunbathe out in the open… bila nguo!!!

Especially in Ngara and Parklands, this demon of colourism is very notorious here.

Unless, of course, reserving certain estates and apartment buildings for particular races is okay, then I stand to be corrected.

Jaribu kutafuta hao hizo areas, the watchman atakusimamisha 50 metres away, akuzorore akuambie, “Hapa huwezi ingia madam, hapa tu ni ya this particular race.”

It makes me mad and sad at the same time.

Hata imenikumbusha this particular day somewhere in the remote parts of Westlands. I was walking with my 2 lady colleagues headed to tao when we decided to buy some water in this kamini-super market.

When the Indian lady saw us, she dashed in, akafunga mlango na kamlango kafupi that reached her waist, akatupa kifunguu to gehena then she said in broken swahili.

“Wee Simama bale… we nataka nini nikuletee? Maji? Ndogo? Ngapi tatu? Haiya leta 180.” We could clearly see that there were Indian customers shopping inside. So why did she quickly lock the door when she saw us and make us to buy from a distance?

Did we look like thieves?  But we were all dressed in skirt suits and 2-inch Eastleigh heels- We could have been anything but robbers! We were insurance agents for crying out loud and NO, we weren’t even trying to sell them the fire and burglary insurance.

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Ama sisi si sisi?

Wacha tu niseme ukweli, the spirit of robbery with vayulenz in broad daylight karibu iniingie hiyo siku. Haki I speculated on jumping into that God-forsaken kiosk of a mini-supermarket and rob it blind hata kama mi si mwizi.

And you know what the confusing part is? We could never do this to them. We could never do anything to make them feel unwanted or inferior.

Perhaps because we are inherently a great nation.”