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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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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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