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The Kamnara of Sakwa are making ground to build for future generations

Greetings from the Kamnara of Sakwa! The Kamnara people of Sakwa on 27th December 2024 gathered at Village Park, Ajigo (near Bondo). Hosted by Kwaka Joseph, they hearkened to the consultative forum call, arriving in good numbers and early enough for a successful day. The gathering was chaired by Mr. Nying’ro James Onyango, a former (retired) assistant commissioner of Police. The introductions were excellent. The genealogies were mentioned in reverence, lengthy ones applauded. And courtesy of Enos Oyaya’s book, “Kamnara my people”, anyone who would need help had the documentation. Oyaya had launched the Kamnara book on 30th December 2022 at his home in Kamnara Mwalo, an event that gathered Vakamnara from far and wide. “What can we do that the generations to come will benefit from?” This was the clarion Mr. Kwaka Joseph called on all to fashion their minds to. And issues were raised in the fields of Education, health, agriculture, enterprise, politics and more that the swift dholuo would...
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The pain of receiving technology in the Village.

My father possessed a phone a few years back long after people subscribed to what used to be a rich man’s toy. A letter (of inadequate money) used to arrive home weeks after dad gave to a person he thought would reach mom. He used to know people from other ridges and directed them to the home by a family name. One time, a messenger asked for a tax and mom complained. What followed was a case. It ended in grudges.

An owl hooting from a compound tree.

Akamba and Kenya Bus Courier Services were also unreliable. Once we hiked a long path to confirm what was not there. Heart break. Every 5th mom hoped something had been sent because that is what Dad said when he left. It never followed that regulation.

A river that has been reddened by musengeri.

Then once, anxious of Christmas day, using a village rich man’s phone, I dialed the neighbour to Dad in Nairobi. The ten numbers were too long to master. I had not overcome network problems to hear my father before it cut short. I took a lame response to mom- ‘He said he will come 20th December’- so that she may not be angered by the much she had to add on top for the call.

A death cry in the silent night.

It may not only be a village problem. It is a son of soil problem. Technology comes in with such stress. I do not know why. It was hard to own this computer. It is criminal-minded to think of owning a latest phone. I will access them long after people have exploited them. That is the fate of son of soil- clinging to the past.


Tomorrow we will harvest sorghum. Birds are wasting it.

The rate is now 4/- a minute. Gracious!

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