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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...

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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