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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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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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