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Chahilu’s Funeral; Logooli Culture in action

Guuga Chahilu was respectfully laid to rest at his home on Saturday 14th June 2025. Having passed on at Mbale Referral Hospital on 31st May 2025, the two weeks leading to his burial were full of cultural discussions. His passing on is a great loss to the Logooli Language and Culture Family as he was a custodian and informer of Luhya Indigenous Knowledge. An observation as to how the funeral proceeded leads us to revist Logooli traditions amidst modern realities.  One, having left the house alive and now coming back in state, Chahilu was to be taken inside the house, placed muihiilu for a moment and then officially taken out in wait for earth burial. His casket was able to enter the doors. There are cases where the dead would find it difficult to be taken in and then out due to an oversized casket or thin door. A man or a lady of his house who died out of home has to be taken in the house for a last ritual mark. But if the person had died inside, he or she would not be brought bac...
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A welcome song to Saturn

Welcome Back, Father!

It is long since you left home
Visiting all your faithful houses
It is years! You spent much time away
The kid you left of me
Is twenty seven plus!

The first Saturn return it is
And it is said it means much
To any other soul
For it says, 'YOU 27+ OLD!'
Time to do it again
For three years, while home
There'll be sharing, while you were away!

It has been a struggle, Father!
Since you left me, Father!
It was purposeful, Father!
I can see why, dear Father
The ball was rolled to the cage

From the family pictures of '91
A smiling bouncy boy malnourished at '93
And the first school encounter of '96
Was fearfully dilapidated by the new millennium of 2000
So that as circumcision came in '02
The weak man in me grew weaker in '05
Least of parental care, I took to illusions in '07
And you could hear me pray to pass my exams of '10
For all problems would end thereafter!

In the middle of it all, dear Father
You had the moon and the sun
Conjuncting on my solar chart
It was not all an agony anyway
For best of the moments and memories
Are not of a smiling cheek

It is therefore a welcome home
To see the '90 seed you left me
Look at the drawer garden, Father
Does it look of a careless child?
Look at the diaries I've recorded
Have I been a true soul to self?
But the meditations of my heart
How shall I purify myself, Father?
You know me through

Take a sit Father, take a sit
I bought a pot for cool water
Tell me your adventures Father
Have humans been fated a new?
What does the great whirl say
Where are my odds henceforth?

I'll be patient, Father!
Three Years, before you leave again
Three Years, to shed my skin
Three Years, in your shade
Three Years, guiding me to maturity

Hallowed Father!

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