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Luanda Reggae Defenders - what is your long term agenda?

Luanda Reggae Defenders is a now a popular movement with roots in Vihiga and border Siaya and Kakamega counties Attention is brought to the manner and conduct the movement has gained fame and followers, mainly the Youths. The movement capitalizes on funerals. With a poor culture of putting the dead to rest, the Reggae Defenders have taken it by storm and rebranded the infamous ‘Disco Matanga’ – disco at funeral. Reggae Defenders on move. Pic: Charles Rankings: Facebook They mobilize quickly on the day the dead will be discharged from the mortuary. They have this huge old school sound system that is over buzzing to no clear reggae song - that they hire a pickup to carry - and it has a young DJ mainly standing there than mixing anything. Often, against the rules, the casket is grabbed from a hearse vehicle and tied to a motorbike. There it will be swayed and jerk breaked between other motorbikes on the narrow roads. That, is, how a fellow soldier, often a young dead, is mourned. ...
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Something about Yester's Moon


Yesterday was 21-08-2015. I wrote about the moon that seemed to die quick. The clouds evaporated and the heaves were left to their eternal rulers- stars and the moon. I marvelled. This is the story. 

Long ago the moon was the mother, sun father and the stars children. 

I left to walk home thinking that the moon was asleep. I had not taken a better picture or observed its day's beauty. It shone strongly and big than what it was two hours before. I zoomed and there it was. Some other times my mind had drooled to a planet like Jupiter. What if Earth had like 6 moons? There would be no need for streetlights!

When I walked forward, with the head up, the stars moved with me and the moon seemed to come nearer. The sky moved too. When I turned sideways, the moon lit my right and left shoulder, moving a step simultaneous ahead. It was the very moon that guided me to steal maize long ago. 

As for this day, something rare with diary writing, I scored a good! I have three day rating options- Poor, Average and good. Since the year started, I never scored  a good till yesterday. It was my precious day- the activities that went on in the day.

I waited for it to sleep but it wasn't. The other two days I had longed to have a view of it to no luck. There it was in a buffet- to do with it what I can do. It was not fading away sooner- though it headed West. But I had no much left with me but to steal more gazes till I could not know when it disappered. I was then free to go to bed, anxious and afraid of amnesia. Wait, but the book was interesting to read! 

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