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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...

A BEGGAR'S (LIE) PLEA.

Begging session in the busy streets of Kawangware
One sits. One stands.
Obviously the beggar sits.
They would not have come if they were as you
Normally walking and less of problems
In the busy streets of Kawangware slums.

You who approaches is briefly informed still away.
Humanity is in dire need
A neighbour is called brother
He is not wasting time to assist him be well
In the busy streets of Kawangware slums.

After Infection Tetanus. After Tetanus Elephantiasis.
His shoes are a special order
No help since. No money. Lack of money
But he will be treated if you contribute
In the busy streets of Kawangware slums.

Help ! Help! Help! Help the poor
Because in the end of times
You will be asked why you passed by the angel
That sat miserable and in total helplessness
In the busy streets of Kawangware slums.

A coin goes ting as it drop on others
The nose could not allow more bending.
No inquiries; local donor sees two cheap notes in the coins
Will he buy soap, bread, sleep, water or doctor?
In the busy streets of Kawangware slums.

In the heat, he grinds dusty saliva
The loudspeaker plays charity music
He looks in the harvesting plastic
Almost. Not yet. Never. It cannot be all
In the busy streets of Kawangware slums.

The sockets of idling youths turn green and red
They know the nature of this business
They hate and love the foreign merchant today
He will not get away with all that, he knows
In the busy streets of Kawangware slums.

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