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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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MAMA PATY


The way she welcomes a joke from her amazing children

Mama Paty will not read this
For she knows nothing
And often puzzled
By the modernity
Her child lives in.

She lives in rural Denja
Seldom comes to Nairobi
Where Dad met her
When she was
What I nauseat
To think of.

A mother of eight
Of twin borns
She has succeded
To bring life
And hope
To many.

She depends on her cow
And the season crops
With least hope
To get a thing
From us, kids.

She is supersticious,
Easily angered
Believes in God
And often prays
For us.

She does not pinch Den and Nana
But threatens them to tell us
Of their disturbance
Not the way she did to me
When she had energy
During the days
Of re-organisation.

You are thin my son,
What should I cook for you?
Why are you not eating?
Is that patch on your neck dirt?
Never walk in dangerous places and time!

I've and She've upset me
Her leg injured once
Weaknesses that sink my heart
(Like the fly on her right eyebrow)
And the pain of being away from another

Sometimes in her mind, I read doubts
Of the man I will be
Of the girl that she'll call navizara
Of the misfortune that may befell
Now that I am not in her bosom.

For if I went to read this to her
I won't be sphisticated
But when she hears good report
Of and from me
She sputters
Blessings.

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