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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 : Tiriki borders Maragoli

Mark Induraji had just showered in Izava with water drops dripping from hair. A piece of what used to be a mosquito net had washed him clean. His cows grazed their last as he would untie them soon for home. A boy with a bag and clipboard approached him.

Lwandoni used be called Busingu because then men and boys herded down there. Isingu is the name for cow dung. The area was full of dung.

Induraji talks with Tiriki accent but was born a Mdidi from the great Bakizungu clan. Ahead, two farms probably, a stream from Mago used to mark a boundary between Tirikis and Maragolis. Another stream from Kwa Jeshi in Mago joined Izava from Riverside ridge. Lwenya is opposite.

Two cheeky women who washed across the river were lively in saying they are Vakihayo. I met them when a girl called Sheila had walked away when I wanted to speak with her by the spring. In their cheekiness, they pointed me to a girl who was washing beside them.
'Come with two hundred thousand! She is finished university!' One shouted.
In my reply, she answered, ' Wewe kama ungezaliwa msichana...'

When cows saw me, they thought I had come to untie them for home. They looked expectantly and unhappily circled to the stretch of their ropes when I went away. Unfortunate animals.

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