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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...

LOVE FLIP

I get bored when I interact with people for long. Things like music, computers, TV, clothes,etc that do influence mood and easiness can be manipulated to give you what you want. But a human being…no! That is why wives meet their husbands on the dining table, workmates break at 5 and have weekends. Contempt is managed here.

I wanted to write about love, but I am being manipulated by the start of this page to talk on its flip side.

Love is a European fetish thing. It does not apply to everyone. It is assumed to be a sexual propelled thing; the desire for an intimate soulmate. There is therefore man-woman attraction in which we must try hard to ignore so that we ‘legalize’ this love thing.
I have been in several high notes modes in desire for women. It started as soon as adolescence was latening. That wasn’t love, somebody would interrupt. Fluctuation, he’d accuse me of it. But what if we were ‘still’ together? The very person would put on the face of ‘real love it is’. Who says that it is love? No one but the end result. If it is not love till the end result, then it is something else waiting to be called love.

Women who are attracted to men, and men alike have their own chauvinistic reasons- you are beautiful, you are intelligent, you rich, you come from that family, you are convincing, I am marring you to show I can ‘love’ a blind man and all that. In truth, these are humans who having looked East and West, and moved by the desires of their flesh, found a reason to be with another. There are 50/50 chances that every relationship can break or make.

It would be preposterous to ask my grandmother whether she was loved by my grandfather. She wasn’t the only wife. Love is belittling, it is selfish, petty, kiddish, stupid and small for big hearts. When you draw a love line in terms of emotions and passions, how will you revive it when emotions and passions have faded? Children need love, animals need love, trees and every other thing alike. It is not some kind of quantity, it is beyond our defined scales.


The lady whom I saw the other day, gorgeous to the core and to whom I think all love songs are dedicated is not different from the love flip. I was attracted to her cause she is more beautiful which makes me fake- a chooser. I was hold aback before I decided to follow her….and talk to her…before getting near to think she could be older than I thought, or married….which made me just murmur, ‘we heading the same way’, and pass sheepishly. In a deep tenor, she croaked a sigh of agreement. I but look forward to meeting her again if not. If something between us develops, I’d refrain from calling it love. 

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