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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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Mr. Engineer, This is my Dream House. How much will it cost ?

It is cardinally flat
Probably four hundred feet square
Unpartitioned.

The floor wooded
Two walls mudded; two walls glassed
The roof thatched.

It faces the hilly Virgin forest in the East
And gazes the smoky city in the West horizon

Birds nest in the apex
A wild dog wags at the veranda
A cat purrs on the wollen couch
Bees harbour in the lintel

The North wall supports a library
Full of African literature books
And African explorer's journals.

The south wall is plastered with clay drawings
Of gods masks and Darwin portrait
All inside a naked man and woman lines
Fighting.

I want to be the first
To see the crescent thing in the West
And the full yellow glow in the morning East
That when I think of basking on the sleeping mat
I just do.

Rain blown to the mud walls
Will produce a healing breath
The trees of fruits
Will feed me without much labour.

The owl, python and fox
Will be my neighbours.

And I will dwell in that house
Forevermore.

I wrote this poem in solitude. It is not what I think I wrote

source: cozystylishchick.com

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