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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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Izava Walk : Lwandoni Coffee Factory

A lady top dressed maize by the river at the valley bottom between Shirongo and Galwani ridges. I told her that I came from Gavudia. After asking whether it was noble to farm close to the river, she changed her face. You Maragolis cannot tell us, she replied as we talked.

A river from Wavisia entered from left. It's origin is far up in Kabinjari. I jumped it to later stand on Senende - Shamakhokho bridge. Relieved, I remembered the several times I had walked across the river because of school fees. I stand proud among Friends School Senende alumni.

By only a hundred metres, a bridge to Bumuyange from the one to Senende. Between the two is a clear  field on the right and a dense forest-like coverage on the right. I asked the name of the owner but I seem to have forgotten. Ligale! I have consulted my notes

Lwandoni coffee factory stood bare with vandalism. The whole area had once been a beehive with cashiers, workers, managers and guards. A London in Tiriki! How long it lasted is unquestionable. The tragedy of globalisation is that it uplifts society to cliffs without enough parachutes. The empty walls were good for photoshoot. I have a rare feeling for 'ruined' buildings.

A beautiful field in the evening glow separated the factory from the meandering Izava. Had it not been for the Orthodox Church hiding from the factory ruins, it was a pitiful picture. Peeping inside the church through a broken glass showed palm leaves that had marked the end of Lent Period. The face of Christ was constant with a glow crown. Him and Mary were lonely in there.

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