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Chahilu history in Lulogooli : Gaa kale gaa Chahilu (1942-2025)

Bernard Philimona Chahilu 1942-2025  Liivulwa Mukuluundu Bernard Philemon Chahilu yivulwa muhiga gwa 1942 mweli gwa kavili guvee sita (6/2/1942). Nu mwana wa Elam Kilago na maama Jelida Modani ma vosi vaakuza. Nu muyaayi Mukizuungu Mudidi mwifwa Mumasiingila Muvisonye. Yiivulwa muyaayi munifu mulidaala lye Gaigedi, Gaigedi logongo, Wodanga Lusoma, Sabatia Sub-county, Vihiga County. Kuviikilwa makono. Yaaviikilwa ku makono no mwilwazi Daudi Kadenge muhiga gwa 1942 mulidaala lie Gavudia mulivugaana lia Valina. (Friends Church). Likevwa Yaakevwa muhiga gwa 1952 kekevo chalaangwa Silula. Lisooma Yaataangila lisooma lilie ha Gaigedi masoomo go muluguki. Yaamanya niazya Gahumbwa Primary muhiga gwa 1955 mukilaasi kia kavaga. Yaakola ligela lia vaalaanga C.E.E. (Common Entrance Exam) muhiga gwa 1956 ha Gahumbwa. Muhiga gwa 1957 yaazya kusooma mukilaasi cha kataano ha Kericho Township School. Muhiga gwa 1958 yaazya kusooma ha Kigama Intermediate mukilaasi cha siita niakolela ho ligela liala...

Kuhaara, a funeral rite.

Now there is a funeral rite called 'kuhaara.' This is where a widow takes a funeral message to her people, her fatherland. It is part of the death and burial ceremony. 

Mukana wanga vandu leaves the home early morning, escorted, her husband on the death mat, dead. She chokes with cry breaths as she is cooled down by one of the people she is with. These people could be varikwa or in-law relatives. They carry nothing but cries in their hearts. They weakly respond to greetings by the paths and reveal their agony to those who should know. At the entrance of her paternal home she sprawls with a loud cry.

This cry is so painful than the one she split while her husband was dying. She looks at her mother, father and wishes she were still a little girl by their arms. But no, life had weaned her to womanhood, exposing her to vulnerability. She is finally without a partner. Sad it is when the lady comes back to a home of graves, no family to console and condole with her. Sad to the core is when she was in her mid marriage life, not too young to remarry nor too old to be having grown children.

The home receives her with joined cries. You would hear a home mourn when the deceased is not of that family. They cry for a while and take her in, calming her brokenness. A widow is chosen for her, to take her back. She is not encouraged to sleep. This widow could be of her blood or one in her immediate family. Others would want to follow. Message delivered, they take off again. Our poor lady who has no appetite for anything goes again for another long mileage to find her sprawled husband half asleep, half dead. Dead, painful. She takes her rightful sit by the cold head of her husband.

As her family follows in a day or two they do not come empty handed. They carry with them something. Meat, flower, something. This is as they come to witness the greatest of the sadness. To bury him who had made the two families relate, the one they had regarded a son, the one who would make their daughter die with loneliness.

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