Skip to main content

Featured

The struggle with many a rigid Logooli cultural practices

  The Logooli community is one of the deeply cultured societies – with near everything supposed to have been done as per custom – to allow another custom to follow. One example is that for a mature man (with a child or more) to be buried, there must be a house structure at home. Another is that a boy must be circumcised and nursed in father land. If maternal family decides to, the boy will have a hard time reconnecting with father people - a dent on his masculinity. There were two children who got burnt to death in a house in Nairobi. The single mother had left for night work. Elders were told that one of the children was Logooli. The other, the woman had sired with someone else. The Logooli family wanted to burry their little one and long discussed the do’s and don’ts. Of a man who died childless and the grave was placed as if he had died as a man with children. It should have been dug on the sides, the grave. A real thorn should have been thrust in his buttocks, his name go...

MOON; 31-08-2015 (sleeplessness)

Moon in the clouds on Monday, 2300hrs.
For the second day I did not expect the moon. But for who am I that heavens fail to show their glory? In my night walk, the rain clouds in the East seemed illuminated. Having heard from Abdul that the moon was in the sky, I sensed the moon should be hiding from this part of the village. I was not in a hurry to see it.

An hour to midnight, unfocussed to the heavens, there it was! It was circular. I took the camera, zoomed in and alas! as expected! The waning may have started the day before. But Abdul's naked eyes and phone camera may have convinced him that it was circular. Having waxed upwards, the moon seemed to wane  downwards. I look forward to drawing a better illustration at the end of the cycle. I have had a few insights unknown before.

The stars are working against me. Insomnia is in. I am a frequent bed-turner. Yesterninght was worse. Amoeba, the bug in the system was diagonised in the day. I can't blame it on open eyes. I may have only slept an hour or so before waking up to candle poems. And when I did another round of small-scale urinations, up in the sky, the moon had kept loyal. 5am picture is below. Oh heavens! Maybe it is time to thank the past days I used to havebaby sleeps. Nowadays bits of anxiousness keep my mind active on the bed-thinking. 

Moon in the Tuesday morning sky, 0500hrs

Comments