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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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Bike Fall

The elbow hurts and if I do not take care, one day I shall not have the hands to type an article. The bicycle is the simplest and safest mode of transport known if you know to apply brakes before a bump, to manoeuvre on stones and alight when you don't trust yourself.

Cane transporting trailers passed slowly as I cycled on gear one. The first had no place to hold. The second had. Quickly, my right hand got hold. Being the first time ever, I had a quarter a second moment of adapting. Easy! I was being pulled along nicely for people to see!

The trailer driver had zigzagged to signal discomfort with my act. Tonnes of canes were aboard and my holding was insignificant. I could not have understood that till I was bruised.

A tractor was slow descending to Lunyerere. I overtook it like a pro. Across the river I changed the gear. Quick cycles but least propulsion, I went. A guy with the old phoenix was pushing as required. Ahead, a green coloured mountain bike was reachable. Legs increased their revolutions.

But before I reached the guy, the tractor trotted behind and the intensity of its engine signalled a fast speed for it. When it neared, I assessed for points of  grasp. I saw a hook point when it was already a metre ahead. Two gears more and I had caught it. The bike guy may have seen a joker of a biker.

The hill was being tamed. Fast, the chimney gritting, I controlled the bike with the left hand. I passed people quickly. Bumps lay ahead but the ride was too joyful to take a moment of thought. We were now passing Mbale Boys gate.

Up down, up down and I had lost control. It was late in letting the tractor go. Uncontrollable motion, I fell painfully. A lady quickly crossed over to catch a matatu seconds after fall, unconcerned. The tractor had opaqued my agony in the short time I was up to beat dust. Good I was up.

I'd have entered Bliss Medicare place for spirit wipe but thought against it. I only had a hundred bob and it was better to be a customer at the cyber than be given elastoplats unnecessarily. And so I soaked a toilet paper as I googled.

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