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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 : Wa Mmakaya

Wammakaya is a place that once was inhabited by thick guava bushes and misorongo. Undergrowths of vikemiakemia and zinzagayago were many. Rutavati made paths called lung'afa. Lung'afa is such a path that a person cannot easily pass through. Time has seen them cut, burnt, die and extinct. The fit for survival Mr. Eucalyptus doesn't grow better Wammakaya.

A beautiful kind of grass adorns Mmakaya's bottom. Bare feet enjoyed the carpet. When mama gave us a break from wood fetching, she'd have seen mmakaya with 300 or so for a thin tree. Mmakaya would be very philanthropic to add a msorongo. Had the leaves been of value, nothing would stop them from being carried home.

One vivid day, those days when the household had no food, Milly and I went kotenya. We were busy trying to get sticks of firewood where Parapiku had made a fence. He is also called Malongo. When he saw us, he threw his panga towards us for he could not catch any. I looked Back and the motion Milly was in is a picture in my mind. Whether we went home terrified or cooled to pick firewood elsewhere is what I can't recollect.

I can also recall how Joshua could climb huge trees mukivanda cha Kibisu and only go home soon with respectable but countable dry branches. I was weak in climbing. Legs trembled, height fright, a poor son of woman. Joshua had a carefree sister called Leah whom swum with us in Izava.

Kibisu the politician borders Mmakaya. He took power from Mudavadi senior in 1969. For thirty shillings I'd clean a large area of his compound in his retired years. Mama used to pick tea there. His thick kivanda was clear without undergrowth. The water from Wandovo spring flowed open. What used to make it a mystery for the young is not there. Dense bushes were fearful to approach.

Something more about Malongo is that he used to sell firewood. Mama could have bought instead of having children roam valley bottoms. Malongo also had a wife or a friend I may say called Reside. Reside was mad, walking along valley bottoms. She picked stuffs on the road. She talked to herself. We called her Reside wa Marongo. Don't ask me more.

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