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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 : 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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