Hmmmn, interesting point. Would I have betrayed my ancestors if I said Kenyan?
I distinctly remember the guy in the house, standing by the dinner table. I actually offered the young chap some fruit.
But when he asked my tribe, I paused a moment tooo long. You see I had been weaned off this tribe thing...
- perhaps because some close to me always asked the question next on meeting a stranger
- or because it never mattered when growing up or in school
Well, I capitulated... but Oh, what confusion when he then asked what my wifes tribe is, or children for that matter...