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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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How violent are you?

A bar has been recently opened here and my mind is disturbed. The boy in charge tunes the volume three sixty degrees. The iron roof shakes, the walls thud and my chest thumps at the du du du. Here though I cannot get the music, there is a groan bass that is felt destroying the sweet evening nap from a disappointing day.

I have a home theatre that does not go past volume one. The Tv is at 20 from 100. Earphones I keep at the 'recommended volume'. What remains? I only ring the bicycle bell when there is no clear path or else a pedestrian sees a silent ride passing swiftly. Talking is regulated. And the people I talk to are few. The larger part of the day is in moving from here to there, getting this and that and coming back to lonely read. If a friend drops by impromptu at the middle of reading, I go gogo.

It doesn't go that I go out dressed for the day. From the bath, having soaked the towel wet to get hair dry, I touch not the combs despite having them three. I love it shaggy, with a T- shirt and a short. Open shoes are comfortable for the feet. Lips get dry often and elbows that never receive enough jelly quickly grey out. Out I go sometimes forgetting to carry a coin.

I cycle speedily and kids go wa! Ona! Weuwee! on the road. I node my head to the classical Beethoven in the ears. On the bike I think about my life whether I am on the track or not. I think of the program I watched the other day. I think of a woman. I cherish youth hood. I curse self. It is still alright when I don't get what I want. F*, I often say heartily. Capricorns curse much.

The day ending I rove back to settle and update the daily diary. Will somebody ever understand what I write? I think less. And after writing I suggest an activity for tomorrow- just enjoy the day, I prophecy. To bed, with a book, before sleep, I doubt if I ever achieved a thing in the day.

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