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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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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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