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The Kamnara of Sakwa are making ground to build for future generations

Greetings from the Kamnara of Sakwa! The Kamnara people of Sakwa on 27th December 2024 gathered at Village Park, Ajigo (near Bondo). Hosted by Kwaka Joseph, they hearkened to the consultative forum call, arriving in good numbers and early enough for a successful day. The gathering was chaired by Mr. Nying’ro James Onyango, a former (retired) assistant commissioner of Police. The introductions were excellent. The genealogies were mentioned in reverence, lengthy ones applauded. And courtesy of Enos Oyaya’s book, “Kamnara my people”, anyone who would need help had the documentation. Oyaya had launched the Kamnara book on 30th December 2022 at his home in Kamnara Mwalo, an event that gathered Vakamnara from far and wide. “What can we do that the generations to come will benefit from?” This was the clarion Mr. Kwaka Joseph called on all to fashion their minds to. And issues were raised in the fields of Education, health, agriculture, enterprise, politics and more that the swift dholuo would...
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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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