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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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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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