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Heavy responsibilities for elder aunt among the Logooli

With Seenge Fonesi. She is the elder grand daughter of Isagi and elder daughter of Amugasya. She is often present in functions involving the family of Amugasya. Pic taken on 18/4/2024. The elder sister soon becomes the elder aunt. It is this “seenge munene” (elder aunt) tag that she is tied to many cultural responsibilities – back home. To her marital family she may appear as any other woman, but she is not so in the eyes of her people. Marriage does not steal her away as it would happen with other daughters of the old man. To her, as days go and the old man and woman of the estate are dependents, she becomes increasingly present.  Her brothers also need her for almost all traditional markings. They are marrying, she needs to welcome the new wife. They are giving birth, she needs to come to midwife or “bless” the new born. They are paying dowry she needs to lead the women delegate. There is a conflict she needs to come for a hearing.  And many others. Traditions does not expect her to
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If I were to adress my 2015 Graduating Class.

At a point you develop thoughts that if you fail to express, what an injury to the heart! It happens to me that if I do not retreat from a pleasure to some solemn moment of reflection I won’t have enjoyed a time as best as it could be. In this article are but a few real expressions of life as an undergraduate- a summary of my diary.
I could still have my first full-year diary if the person I called a girlfriend in sophomore had not stolen it and later soaked out of what she called anger. A long story there though I healed. To lose a diary is to lose a past. I took to daily diary writing so as to lead a life of head and tail having feared that often life (as a youth) is a walk on a thin rope- easy to mess if you lack a clear day to day goal. When I read back only an empty skull and a reduced tail is portrayed. 

Life took off one innocent day when ma mama who usually has time for kids than the father joined in the escort to have me registered. That was too tender because some left their parents and took the voyage to higher learning alone. As parents recede back doing least visits and one visiting them hardly so does one slowly untie from an intimate family care. Having been through secondary and even primary boarding schools there are predictably no home sick malaria to many. 

The very first people to meet in a new place tend to offer the best friendship along unlike those one meets later. Having been lucky to secure a quad, we only had the first day to speak less and the other days to portray noise making abilities. There you happen to know which friend suits your character and spend most of the time with. 

Still a sophomore, friends influence more than lectures. Who knows what goes in the minds of young chaps sitting at the back of a lecture room? As loose as young men can be so young girls can be. And that combination only catalyzes promiscuity. To be or not to be part of deviation depends on the kind of hangover experienced and resources at disposal- least of past experiences. Some are prevented from pleasures due to reasons as lack of capital or a naïve background.

Semesters elapse and the remaining ones are counted backwards. The unlucky self sponsored heads fail to accumulate the heavy parallel fees that make universities more of business opportunities and fall out. Good and bad lecturers are encountered and important days are marked. In so small time the undergraduate woman (or man) thinks of graduation alongside marriage just in case she didn’t conceive in the four-year term. 

Importantly is the participation in clubs and societies. Ask me what it means and I will just look at your face. It decides the exit from college. It is not all about cramming notes and sitting at the front, having all the lecturers score you above average while you can’t deduce what goes on around you. The lecturer who once scored me highly knew that I didn’t deserve it. I had taken to her the reasons why I failed in CATs. It was the diary girl above who had reported me as an attempted rapist. How do you prove yourself innocent against an innocent looking serpent? She advised and turned my D’s to A’s. The rest of the lecturers knew best what to give a mirrage learner- all the best in their profession.

This article may lack the spirit of what drove me to writing it. I was to dwell on hypocrisy of students to excel in so dishonest means, to criticize group walks, to burst some lecturers and generally express how shitty life can be in there. I could have said something about the ladies in their small dresses but somebody told me to just change my thoughts. That aside, we shall be positioning our hats in the graduate way soon. We will, in one day, celebrate the efforts of many years- somehow forgotten ups and downs. We may not remember all the people by whose efforts our lives are better off. 8-4-4 is a long time to meet many people. 

We are graduating with varying kinds of minds if we were to divide on content of character. For so long the decisions and habits we developed at campus will follow us. Our highest search should be knowledge- the will to challenge the many prejudices the current world is settled on. He who will go sit down, content of the brief achievement will be grandson and daughter to ignorance. Ours is to remain real daughters and sons of soil in whatever we handle for the betterment of our people and humanity.

HOORAY!!!


Congratulations Comrades.


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