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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...
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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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