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Heavy responsibilities for elder aunt among the Logooli

With Seenge Fonesi. She is the elder grand daughter of Isagi and elder daughter of Amugasya. She is often present in functions involving the family of Amugasya. Pic taken on 18/4/2024. The elder sister soon becomes the elder aunt. It is this “seenge munene” (elder aunt) tag that she is tied to many cultural responsibilities – back home. To her marital family she may appear as any other woman, but she is not so in the eyes of her people. Marriage does not steal her away as it would happen with other daughters of the old man. To her, as days go and the old man and woman of the estate are dependents, she becomes increasingly present.  Her brothers also need her for almost all traditional markings. They are marrying, she needs to welcome the new wife. They are giving birth, she needs to come to midwife or “bless” the new born. They are paying dowry she needs to lead the women delegate. There is a conflict she needs to come for a hearing.  And many others. Traditions does not expect her to
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MOON; 04-09-2015 (New Adventure)


You read about yesterday and where I was planning to go. I am there.

There is a comment I however noted it did not appear on the very post. Internet wrangles. I was still thinking of the beggars who were playing music on the road. There was an idea that it can happen that they will no longer beg again. There used to be no beggars before. And if we can constructively bring them on board, that is a problem solved and the son of soil will have done his purpose. I could not see the moon in the morning and therefore I continued to itch from late bedbugs.

The comment was of a spectacular show in the sky. I had dreamt that there were so many moons in different shapes and stars bright in the sky at once! And then came acronym words with hidden meaning coming and going in the sky. I sensed a warning.

And so after activities in the day- meeting more beggars in town and thinking about them- we left to Ukambani. It was Odhiambo’s first time. I met brother Wambua in Machakos. We then stood in the full bus and had a moving journey.

On alighting, I could not look down. Eyes were up. See! See! They must be galaxies! How well the stars ruled up there. The light caused shadows! Yes! When my eyes looked down well, I saw my shadow! I wanted to live once again. I wanted to take off to one star. I walked swiftly and gladly on the dusty road and shrubby land.

A wedding ceremony. Traditional. There was no place to sleep. But there was a fire and music to keep me up. After all, my eyes have not known the advantages of sleep for a week or so. It was time to punish them. And just then, sitting, turning my eyes back, there the skies spoke! A golden moon, reflecting golden light…I could see a glow. Odhiambo could not do otherwise but to join me in picture taking and listening to my illusions. 

The moon shone till I saw a different sun. The sun that would herald another moon. It is included in the next moon…keep posted.

How comfortably the golden moon sat in the sky!

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