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The Kamnara of Sakwa are making ground to build for future generations

Greetings from the Kamnara of Sakwa! The Kamnara people of Sakwa on 27th December 2024 gathered at Village Park, Ajigo (near Bondo). Hosted by Kwaka Joseph, they hearkened to the consultative forum call, arriving in good numbers and early enough for a successful day. The gathering was chaired by Mr. Nying’ro James Onyango, a former (retired) assistant commissioner of Police. The introductions were excellent. The genealogies were mentioned in reverence, lengthy ones applauded. And courtesy of Enos Oyaya’s book, “Kamnara my people”, anyone who would need help had the documentation. Oyaya had launched the Kamnara book on 30th December 2022 at his home in Kamnara Mwalo, an event that gathered Vakamnara from far and wide. “What can we do that the generations to come will benefit from?” This was the clarion Mr. Kwaka Joseph called on all to fashion their minds to. And issues were raised in the fields of Education, health, agriculture, enterprise, politics and more that the swift dholuo would...
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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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