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The struggle with many a rigid Logooli cultural practices

  The Logooli community is one of the deeply cultured societies – with near everything supposed to have been done as per custom – to allow another custom to follow. One example is that for a mature man (with a child or more) to be buried, there must be a house structure at home. Another is that a boy must be circumcised and nursed in father land. If maternal family decides to, the boy will have a hard time reconnecting with father people - a dent on his masculinity. There were two children who got burnt to death in a house in Nairobi. The single mother had left for night work. Elders were told that one of the children was Logooli. The other, the woman had sired with someone else. The Logooli family wanted to burry their little one and long discussed the do’s and don’ts. Of a man who died childless and the grave was placed as if he had died as a man with children. It should have been dug on the sides, the grave. A real thorn should have been thrust in his buttocks, his name go...
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BECAUSE TOMORROW IS NOT THE DAY!



You know, I used to tell people, ‘Don’t eat so much or you’ll die, don’t work so much or you’ll die, don’t drink so much or you’ll die.’ Nobody listens. You know why? Because I don’t say, ‘You will die tomorrow.’ I quote from The Godfather Book VII: Mario Puzo. They are the words of Dr. Jules.

Because tomorrow I will not have the interest or time to write about this, let me do it today. Tomorrow is not the day to trust things for. Looking at my code of conduct, there are things that if I knew that tomorrow will be my day, I’ll live today wholly and holy without. Instead, I adore them every hour. Habits so strong that I can only live a day without. Not two. And that is why, I’ll prefer to undo them a day to the day. Not two.

Tomorrow if happens to be the exam day, a trans-night today will not alter my normality severely. But if the exam is two weeks away, or later in the month, why should I worry? Or even prepare? Because the assignment will be handed in tomorrow, then today is the research and compilation day. And if the lecturer sends a message that he will not be in tomorrow’s class, then there is no reason to do it today. Or at least leave it at a point I can easily conclude come the day the lecture will turn up in class tomorrow.

In the bus, I see two juveniles glued to their phones. On Facebook or Youtube. I can discern the smell of cigarettes. I start thinking about them. I have my issues to think about anyway but because I have none to put me down tomorrow probably, I think of these peers as of extreme need. What about if tomorrow they are diagnosed with bronchitis complications? Then I drift back and think of many who smoke yet will not die tomorrow. Why should the two get worried? Tomorrow is not their day!

I do not mind about what I eat or not. But I am concerned not to take in a thing that may injure my health. If I eat, it is for the moment. Not tomorrow. It won’t be my day on bed. And if I starve to save, without having tomorrow as my bank breaking day, there is no need to. What I watch and listen to is not a problem. What others say and convince myself to be true or false doesn’t really matter. Whenever my indulgences take me is not a worrying issue. I will soon sought out my patches and be clean with time. Tomorrow is not the day anyway. But I will.

Tomorrow is NOT the day!


I am a believer. I am superstitious too. If Messiah was coming tomorrow and the world would be transformed into something better for good people, then today I’d make sure that I fit in heaven. I would have woken up with a prayer. Earlier than I did in the morning. Then I’d have visited a few needy people and shared out three quarters of my possession only to survive today with a fast. No appointments with bad friends. All social sites will receive my strict attention. I will be unfollowing all gossip pages. A forgiving song will be in my heart. I will remember my parents and call to honour them with a quarter wealth. I will see no woman. Messiah knows that I am not married. A vigil night will be in preparation to welcome Him at 0000hours. Holy Holy today is the day!


When the Day came, I was doing what I normally did. I am diabetic, drug addict, on ARVs, single with a child, virtuous though caring less, committed to doubting my being, yearning for more pleasure and holding a degree and titles too. That I am convinced to forget I cheated in the exam. The best thing to do after knowing the day had come was to accept. They say never say never. There will be a way to repair damages... maybe tomorrow. After all I am not yet dead, am I?

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