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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...
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MOON 6/09/2015 (Hangover)



It was a travelling back day. And to most of the events that break monotony, some of which we are rigid to accept, I had no otherwise.. If you went to a good place and you were hastened by time to leave, you feel the threat. If people visited you- people so dear- and there came a time to leave, there is always the vacuum they start creating as they prepare; will the place be a bore without them? 

And what about the moon? The sky in the city is not as spectacular as the one in rural Ukambani. It is polluted. If there was a way, I’d shut down the smokes and lights in the capital. I had never looked in the skies with such merrily eyes before. Clouds- false clouds- will overlap my sight. Will it be the end of the cycle?

The moon is also very delicate at this point in its cycle. Will I manage to see its last crescent? I would want to end the cycle in a style. Will it leave me hanging? Did id die so soon in surprise? I would want to go back in the cycle and see it again.

Friends and relatives at the gathering will also disperse? When shall we meet again? In death? Hangover. May we meet again in peace, under moonshine.

I was also tense whether I will find the beggars in town and talk to them. On Sunday’s they take an ‘off’. I met a different group of similar course, had to bend and talk to them as people passed by. I have started to miss them in my thoughts for surely they will beg no more.

To sleep, it was long since I loved the bed. Thinking that sleep will play its games, the clear night sky bore a hazy covered sky that the morning moon could not be seen. Hang over! Will the moon be seen again? Or its over for the cycle?

I wished to have been back to see the moon.

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