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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 : 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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