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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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Raised by a grandmother

I personally don’t know where the word was derived from but when I look at it closely, I derive two words; grand and mother. I believe something grand is magnificent and great. On the other hand, I don’t know the actual meaning of the word mother but when I was born it was imprinted on my essence that anyone known as mother deserves respect. What happens when we combine the two words to form a GRANDMOTHER? What do you think about her, is there anything grand about this mother?

In the good old days, grandmothers were scraggy, wrinkled and had “Respect/Fear Me” written all over their old souls. Today we have forty year old females applying make-up and speaking to their children in the white man’s language. Yes, a forty year-old grandma. I think it is the end result of children bearing children. Anyway, that is none of son of soil’s business.

I am lucky to have one. Everything she did when I was young was wonderful. She would even blow her nose then hand me roasted cassava and it would still taste like it came directly from God’s hand. Wait till you taste vegetables prepared from her earthen pot with no cooking fat, just the disease-free ‘musherekha.’

The worst mistake I ever did was stealing her bananas but, like a magician, she would tell that someone touched her bananas while they were ripening. She could tell this by looking at how even or uneven the bananas had ripened.

This sweet woman knew the antidote for every ailment I ever had as a kid.
“Oh! Son of my son, let me look at your bleeding finger”

She would then look at it, chew some black jack and spit on my finger. Two days and the wound is healed! The 21st century grandmother will cry more than the wounded child, take him to the dispensary, pity the child as he gets stitches before paying for tetanus shots!

By Analo.

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