Izava Walk : It Was

I stopped a man by the road for enquiry having met a road that I did not expect. His reply saw me look him for long  as he walked away. Was I a thief? How  stubborn would I have been? Just like I treat people, he answered this way to greetings, 'Sio mbaya' and when I was going to open my mouth, 'Niko haraka'.

On rocks, Izava roared instead of splashing. Big river! Many boys swum. To keep composed, I listened to music. There was need to take a path away from Izava for the reeds around rendered it impassable. Long the walk was that Iuo spoken! The kid at the kiosk sold me a mandazi and in happiness, we ate together. I touched the bridge I longed for. Edzava Bridge, Yala circa 1934!

What remained but see Izava sheepishly join Yala? The way was up to Yala market and into the bush to  view it. From the tall reeds water came and instability it did not cause the great Lugose. A guy who had gone for water and I were ashed of the bathing lady. We looked away. As the woman who walked slow with a bent back, Lugose took in Izava. Up, Elumbe sugar factory is said to be abandoned. God knows why.

A cold soda at Yala quenched thirst for the body and the thirst in Mind. I had wanted to do it! And for the great Lugose, Yala, I'd tame one day. To Luanda I went to wait for matatu. And guess the matatu that came.

It was fun and adventurous! What else could be the gain?