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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...

A song was played at Maliki

Four men, looking married, five I correct, or six if there were any who did not show up as many that formed the band but were not present started playing a song commonly known to us as Mukhangala.

Mukhangala used to  cook, fetch firewood, feed the dogs, be sent here and there, a man of a bent back, of sideways feet. Roseline, the lady boss knew (but the song never played in the past tense) that this Mukhangala of his had been pseudo posing as her husband. He'd been putting on coats that belonged to Roseline's husband, unknown to us in the lyrics.

Jacob Luseno, were he to rise from the dead, he would tell the listeners what surely he did hide in the song. You see, Roseline has found out that beans have spilled, and she wants to wash herself clean by being hard on Mukhangala probably in the presence of that gossiper who brought errant news about Mukhangala.

The song that played at Maliki gave no husband to Roseline either. How was she managing? But there were coats in the closet. These coats, were they of a living man? Mukhangala may have took them to step in some role, a vacant position. The gossiper would have loved to fill it. You do not feel aggrieved for nothing. 

As things stand, the men who sang could be equal hang coats, the night wasting away in the name of entertainment as their Roseline's feel cold. We wouldn't put a criminal record on Mukhangala if he isn't caught. For sure he is the one reading this post, or a beautiful Roseline, none with Mr. Husband tag.

Coming just after Les Wanyika's 'Twende Tz ukawaone wazazi wangu', this mood spoiler song woke any drinker from some comfort thought that all was fine and a dream woman would be taken to some youth's home.  Sustained was the mood with the coming of 'Stella' song. Mukhangala was that short Japanese man.

Daudi Kabaka's 'Twist, twist'spoke of a youth who did not want to go home despite the many letters girls had been sending to have him marry them. In a parody version, 'raha ya Maliki.' It is only Karubandika that comes close, uncompared to Roselyne synonyms - Paulina, Rosy, Shemeji, Julieta, Mrembo wa Mapenzi and many others. They have been sang as deviants, not heroines. Yet imani yangu iko kwako.

Another day also, of another lifetime, when the five men will have long died, in the silver sound of music, for gold is in its services, saniagas will listen to the lyrics of their forefathers best hits and say, 'our old men knew fun!'

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