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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 : Rogele stream

There is at Indiga a super grazing field that would take one back in time how the Izava stretch was. If it were not the bushy swamps, the land had large fields of grass that village cows met there. Mriagano was the name. The meeting point. The sun was weak and it yellowed the field, exposing the cows that fed. Men from gold sites smoked ganja while a cobbler and friend sat in a shade. Music by Belafonte sang from my phone. I journeyed on.

Vamatsi, Vamuku and Vatongoi are clans that I was told when three gentlemen spoke their roots. This lead me to Mukibira. This is at the valley bottom where a bridge connecting Viyalo to mang'nyuri and madanya was. It was now Ebunangwe on the left, the entrance to Bunyoreland.

Peace, quietness, a river flowed. Seeing it, I thought Izava had taken a drastic change of flow. But had Izava became cleaner from Viyalo mess? A new river it was. And its name was Rogele.

Rogele comes as far from Munzazi, crosses Kakamega-Kisumu road as Ehedwe having sourced as far as Kidinye. Rwang'ela stream pours in. Later, the river is fed by streams from Visiru, vusambu and Magada. Induyani and Endereya from virombe jump in. Visegese adds to it. And as it feeds Izava, it is as worthy as it should be. The bottom there is known as Murogele.

I jumped Rogele to for I walked where it poured from. In the quiet, cool and green field a man dozed as cattle fed. Bhang smokers never caused trouble anymore. Nyore are dark skinned people as he was. Ise, Munyore Munangwe, he said. The reason why there were Nyores in Maragoli and Tiriki is because when they erred, they were chased. Refuge was there.

I saw guinea fowls and wished one dropped its feather for me. This was after Sharusi stream flowed from Viyalo. And reaching the Kilingili-Ebunangwe bridge, there was vandalisation. Bolts were out. This was upsetting but the cool breeze in the tall trees showing green grass to step on made me forget. A stream from Wadigula and another from Ebulamba consecutively joined.

The day was over.

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