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Chahilu history in Lulogooli : Gaa kale gaa Chahilu (1942-2025)

Bernard Philimona Chahilu 1942-2025  Liivulwa Mukuluundu Bernard Philemon Chahilu yivulwa muhiga gwa 1942 mweli gwa kavili guvee sita (6/2/1942). Nu mwana wa Elam Kilago na maama Jelida Modani ma vosi vaakuza. Nu muyaayi Mukizuungu Mudidi mwifwa Mumasiingila Muvisonye. Yiivulwa muyaayi munifu mulidaala lye Gaigedi, Gaigedi logongo, Wodanga Lusoma, Sabatia Sub-county, Vihiga County. Kuviikilwa makono. Yaaviikilwa ku makono no mwilwazi Daudi Kadenge muhiga gwa 1942 mulidaala lie Gavudia mulivugaana lia Valina. (Friends Church). Likevwa Yaakevwa muhiga gwa 1952 kekevo chalaangwa Silula. Lisooma Yaataangila lisooma lilie ha Gaigedi masoomo go muluguki. Yaamanya niazya Gahumbwa Primary muhiga gwa 1955 mukilaasi kia kavaga. Yaakola ligela lia vaalaanga C.E.E. (Common Entrance Exam) muhiga gwa 1956 ha Gahumbwa. Muhiga gwa 1957 yaazya kusooma mukilaasi cha kataano ha Kericho Township School. Muhiga gwa 1958 yaazya kusooma ha Kigama Intermediate mukilaasi cha siita niakolela ho ligela liala...
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MOON 05/09/2015 (Traditions)


The time was between sleep.


The only tradition I know of is that I exist. Coming and going seems to be a tradition. But that is from a complex perspective. What happens in between is the tradition maybe. Like to marry- the event we were in attendance. 

As the cold blew, far in the Eastern horizon there was an embryo. The sun was at its conception stage. How marvelous. Scientists say it is fixed and ever blowing. But I saw it young in age, move like a toddler, gaining shine and later it could not be seen by naked eyes.

I climbed on a shrubby tree to get the best picture of it. Each step I made on the road my eyes were sideways looking for the rising sun. From violet to Yellow to less yellow to sunny. The horizon clouds outsmarted it. It was weak to melt them. And I wonder why such glimpses aren’t in Nairobi. The altitude?

As my eyes complained of sleep, old women danced to kilumi. I had no words for them but to think of life as a comedy- enjoy or die. They still clung to dear life when I think of it as vanity. They look forward to more children when I think we are many. They are hopeful and contended with their dry smallness of land- they are good.

When the event was taking too long, the sun was at its horizon. People from the groom side- my uncle- who had spent the night there cooking for people who are attending, as the tradition requires- were taking too long to solicit back what they spent. The camera could not host more power.

On the way back, the sun was greeting bye to the eyes that were looking at it. As it was in the morning, so it was in the evening. A yellow turned violet upper part of the circle was fading away in the hill on the West horizon. I saw it as a relief. There was hope that the moon will take its position before it welcomed the sun back in resurrection. I breathed in the wind and forgot my pains though my phone had lost in the ceremony.

As I looked back for the second night to see the heavens again, the bug in me had died and I waited for the late moon show. I woke up in the night a midst sleep to greet its face with a camera.

 Oh what a beauty!

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