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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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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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