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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 : A river of Inzara

Izava River must have been named after a swamp. The name of a swamp is kizava. This swamp was largely not full of water always but in rainy season. There is none called Zava who can be recalled to have lived. When you ask people around what Izava means they don't know yet they call their valley bottom muzava - ( in-Zava). It is where a rough road from Lusui descends to rise to Senende.

A man fenced his farm down to the river preventing both animals and intruders like me from spying and spoiling the young trees he'd planted. Asking him whether it was noble to encroach, he said 'inzara'. To mean hunger or poverty. 

He bought his land in 1971. He had sold two of his cows at 400 each. While in Nairobi he'd saved and for a total of 3000/- he was presently owning 1.6ha. Up he farmed and down he grew trees. During rainy season the whole of his valley is inaccessible. The trees have however managed to kill reeds.

They'd buried two school going children recently who drowned. A cyclist carried three on the motorbike. Because it had rained and the motorbike falsed heavy to resist the overflow,  the chap had motored in only to save one. The rest wailed away. On dawning, they were found a distance further taken hold by stunks. Their parents must have wept great.

And why didn't you destroy the bridge? I asked. It is the only way they may fix it. You'd not have burried the kids before something was done. More lives shall be lost. He listened to say that since 71 he was still regarded as an outsider by the neighborhood. Aren't they also migrations too? Or because they spoke real Tiriki?

People have closed all water ways and directed water to the roads and paths. There remains no water speed control  means cause even the swaps are vandalised. If rain found you down there it'd take least time to drown.

He showed where the first road used to be. By the tree  in somebody's compound. How over time the road got crooked is the ignorance of the concerned authorities. Road Ways, the great sung about buses used pass there heading to Seremi and Nairobi. Now a lorry couldn't manage. The place is erodedly steep.

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