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Heavy responsibilities for elder aunt among the Logooli

With Seenge Fonesi. She is the elder grand daughter of Isagi and elder daughter of Amugasya. She is often present in functions involving the family of Amugasya. Pic taken on 18/4/2024. The elder sister soon becomes the elder aunt. It is this “seenge munene” (elder aunt) tag that she is tied to many cultural responsibilities – back home. To her marital family she may appear as any other woman, but she is not so in the eyes of her people. Marriage does not steal her away as it would happen with other daughters of the old man. To her, as days go and the old man and woman of the estate are dependents, she becomes increasingly present.  Her brothers also need her for almost all traditional markings. They are marrying, she needs to welcome the new wife. They are giving birth, she needs to come to midwife or “bless” the new born. They are paying dowry she needs to lead the women delegate. There is a conflict she needs to come for a hearing.  And many others. Traditions does not expect her to
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KUSA 2013/14 DIARY

On this day, 27th October 2013 we visited Malindi for adventure. To any first timer, there was much to keep the lips apart in awe.
It is in the very morning that some cash went missing mysteriously in one of the rooms. Who stole 6, 000/= ?
The Vasco da Gama pillar stood strong as a mountain. I could not have a close view. A theft case kept us at the bus park for long. But I could not fail to rush at the sea shore to pick minute shiny shells for my aesthetic plate. There, I bought the shell-made necklace. Everyone bought though!
That bridge on the way to Lamu…What is the name of the river? And the place? Lunch was taking long and I had to sort myself there. So where had I kept my extra cash? The thief at least had left behind some coins.
Until we entered the KU owned Hotel, I had not yet known what best Mombasa could offer. At the entrance, you could either get perplexed by the seats and screen to avoid the rest or get into the rush of being greedy for anything.
The buildings erected to face the endless waters. The breeze combed the shores to allow more deposits of the glittering soil. Creamy crabs had began to wander in the late evening. The walled fence prevented them from having a view of the swimming pool that comrades rocked. Who brought in the ball?  Where is Rashid, the top scorer?
Should I talk about the dancing session that followed? I beg not. I will underscore in depicting the real acts and feelings. To do justice to the best reminiscent ones, I decide to keep quiet and let the men and women who danced to the best of their flexibility and waist loyalty remember for themselves. Those who were not there should not get jealous in their imaginations.
Who wanted to leave that early though it was late into the night? Who could remember the campaigning agony?

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