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Luanda Reggae Defenders - what is your long term agenda?

Luanda Reggae Defenders is a now a popular movement with roots in Vihiga and border Siaya and Kakamega counties Attention is brought to the manner and conduct the movement has gained fame and followers, mainly the Youths. The movement capitalizes on funerals. With a poor culture of putting the dead to rest, the Reggae Defenders have taken it by storm and rebranded the infamous ‘Disco Matanga’ – disco at funeral. Reggae Defenders on move. Pic: Charles Rankings: Facebook They mobilize quickly on the day the dead will be discharged from the mortuary. They have this huge old school sound system that is over buzzing to no clear reggae song - that they hire a pickup to carry - and it has a young DJ mainly standing there than mixing anything. Often, against the rules, the casket is grabbed from a hearse vehicle and tied to a motorbike. There it will be swayed and jerk breaked between other motorbikes on the narrow roads. That, is, how a fellow soldier, often a young dead, is mourned. ...
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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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