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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 : Unmotivated

Had it been some research and related jobs I'd wake up to this day, finding excuses and greatly complain about many things. I'd request for different gear, talk about the delayed allowance and demand lunch hour to be increased by few minutes. But for such a task that had somebody asked why you took to would be hard to answer, you had to push oneself such that your motivation finds you going.

I therefore did not talk to the man I met first. He was picking tea. He smiled when I was turning down the path and away. All in the fear to accomplish much by walking, not interviewing. Funny. It was so as I met a kibich boy who was around for holidays to ask what name the stream we stood by was. It was on Itando soil that we stood facing vugisivi ridge.

Thickets, maize, Wigunza spring, sand harvesting and then, Izava forks. An island between. Blindly one would think a stream flowed in. It was therefore a matter of being keen. It is in the bottom of Ayiga. A land of unencroached reeds stood tall. It was followed by maize farm. Up, Bo Yusuf mosque stood. Two boys were holding jembes.

Bravin was 12, Rodgers 10. Their mother had leased a small piece for farming near Izava. These two boys went to weed and transplant wheat. They did not do it nicely. Had they eaten, had they been sure of lunch meal, they'd be strong for the work. I asked also about their grades at school. Grade 5 said the eldest. Some days they sleep on hungry stomachs.

Unmotivated, Izava turned and turned, and before it stood what used be Lunyerere coffee Factory. The place was quite, the quietness shops on the opposite ridge had. Haunting. Lunyerere was London! Pipes and metals were still in place as if guarded. FAG as the manufacturer of the unmovable machines. The roofing had not been sold as second hand mabati. A man bent further cutting grass by the earth to take it home. Poor cattle.

One of the car washers by Lunyerere was the father to Bravin. Hard to identify whom he was because of late there is increase in men there to wash.

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