Campus girls swooned over him, the ones from Central Kenya were mesmerized by his fluency in Kikuyu
By Undercover Reporter
He had a soft spot for campus girls. They more than loved him back. And it wasn’t just because he used their hand lotions while cracking jokes during Introduction to Sociology.
Ken Ouko, the eminent sociologist, died in Nairobi on August 1, from complications of ‘Miss Rona.’ Damaged lungs, the doctors said.
A dapper dresser, he did not have the absent-minded look peculiar to university lecturers: No shaggy hair parted at the centre, just a clean shaved dome. No matted, academic beards, no blazers with missing buttons. He was rarely in neck ties, just open shirts, gold chain dangling, matching bracelet. No bifocals, please. His dark smooth face-that looked the same over 20 years- had dilating eyes which made campus girls swoon. The ones from Central Kenya were mesmerized by his fluency in Kikuyu.
They made a beeline to his office on the Gandhi Wing to check on assignments, term papers, missing marks. But on one wall-at least way back in 1997-were photos of Ken Ouko’s collection of assorted Mercedes Benzes, a fetching beauty leaning on wine red bonnet. He loved them expensive, polished to a glossy finish.
From being a tenant of Prof Wangari Mathai in South B, Ken bought a house- without mortgage
Kenyans then, were smarting from the effects of the Goldenberg Scandal in which the northwards of Sh60 billion was lost on export of fictitious diamonds and gold. The impact of a ruined economy saw lecturers hawking eggs, milk, bananas, nduma and ngwaci from the boot of their weather beaten jalopies at the University of Nairobi’s parking lot-where Ken, young and hippy, paraded his German machines.
From being a tenant of the late Prof Wangari Mathai in South B, Ken had also bought his own house- without mortgage. To his students, he not only made Medical Sociology fun by teaching without notes and scribbling stuff like ‘kuna nuru gizani’ when they failed, he was also in the money, loaded like a gun:
One female student bought him Sh60 bottled water, he paid her Sh3000. Girls loved that besides his brilliance, cubicles of wit, humour, infectious laugh, the many treats at the Carnivore- where he was a reveler during Rhumba Nights. And Oh! there was the class of 45 Ken took for breakfast at The Norfolk Hotel, just across the road from the Main Campus.
Ken Ouko made Kenyans understand why women are easily swayed by pastors and witch doctors
There were other things going on for him. He had the intellectual rigour to break down complex societal happenings into simplified sociological explanations. Like why majority of criminals in Kenyan prisons were from large, poor families. Ken argued that it is common for kids from such families to horde, hide or steal food from fellow siblings. As accountants, they often stole money as “fear of childhood hunger never left them no matter how rich they became.”
Ken Ouko gave sociology utility value. He made Kenyans understand women are easily swayed by pastors and witch doctors from their innate predilection to seek higher authority in matters beyond them.
There were other experienced sociologists, but he became the face, the to-go-to expert. He was thus always in the dailies, as a guest in television shows. Journalists loved his soundbites, they gave media reports vim and verve, depth and dimension. Most called him Dr Ken Ouko. But he was still pursuing his PhD: The Nuptial Habits of Kenyan spouses & How they influence The stability of Marriage.”
In fact, he was always being mistaken for one thing or the other. In February 1991, Foreign Affairs Minister Dr Robert Ouko was shot, his body set on fire on the hills of Got Alila, Kisumu County. That was also the year Ken had joined the University as a tutorial fellow.
To Ken, then a strong Adventist, campus was akin to Sodom and Gomorrah
At the time, men and women shared hostels. To the then strong Adventist, campus was akin to Sodom and Gomorrah, forcing Ken to rent in Milimani- a house so tiny it had no space for a pet cat.
Living in Milimani only accentuated mistaken identities: Ken Ouko, many thought, was related to Dr Robert Ouko. But alas! he was the son of Mzee Calo Ouko of Homabay County, but who had graduated top of his B.A. class, the record still stands. Just ask Prof Enos Njeru-he who collectively labelled his students “cassava cultivators.” Danida, the Danish international agency, funded his Masters degree.
It is not clear how Ken Ouko, who enjoyed the mistaken identity, used it. But in 1992, Kenya held its first multiparty elections. President Daniel arap Moi feared losing to the Opposition. Also fearing lose of status quo were children of prominent political families. To help Moi win, they founded one of Africa’s most formidable political campaign machineries-Youth for Kanu ’92 or YK’92-fashioned after the youth wing of UK’s Labour Party.
Ruto trousered so much loot, he once opened the boot of his and began sobbing at the sight of the crisp Sh500 notes
YK ’92 was awash with hundreds of millions bankrolled by state agencies and other backers of President Daniel arap Moi. It became a wave, a movement, a lifestyle.
Members were drawn from politics, business, legal circles and the academia. Entry was via invitation only and included President Moi’s children; Gideon, Jonathan and June Moi. Others were chair, Cyrus Jirongo, now facing financial ruin, and Deputy President William Ruto, then mtu wa mkono, taking notes during meetings.
Ruto trousered so much loot printing campaign T-shirts, he once parked his car outside Cameo Cinema in Nairobi, opened the boot and began sobbing at the sight of the crisp Sh500 notes nicknamed the ‘Jirongo. ’
From the worried look of doctors towards the the ICU, Ken Ouko could judge coming out alive was 50-50
Also in the YK ’92 gravy train which sought young, beardless and educated professionals, was Ken Ouko-as Organizing Secretary.
He used his ‘Jirongos’ to buy apartments and assorted Benzes which later puzzled fellow lecturers then going through an out-of-money experience in 1990s Kenya.
Despite many consultancies including at the Presidency, Ken Ouko worked at the University of Nairobi all his life- which ended at the Aga Khan University Hospital. From worried, withered looks of doctors who wheeled him to the ICU, Ken Ouko could make quick judgment of the chances ahead. In a Whatsapp group text message to his students he wrote: ‘Just in case I don’t make it, I pray I shall still live forever in your mind and spirit.’