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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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