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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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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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