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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 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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