Am village sick. Maybe I shuld not menshon that, but I miss Mum, maybe i miss the fish from the pot, maybe i miss walking barefoot, maybe i miss so much bathing at the lakeside, maybe i miss going for Nya tie dero,(village dances) those are just maybe's, but again maybe i dont miss the boys whistling on the homestead fence, because I met someone
Here, not much goes on, in the evening, everyone stares at the television, even when Aunt Nera talks, they are glued at the box, when they stir tea in the cup, they do it lukn at the box, stirring like old women preparing the traditional brew, chakula kinywaji, till the tea spills
Somewhere kamoro, my heart just aches, its like its bleeding, coz my thoughts are full of the village
I miss the earthen fireplace, it reallly cold now...even frying the fish at the road side, dont get enuff warmth in me in the evening, the only warmth i feel right now is, when I think of him, honest to the living spirit am sure i miss 3 beats to heart when he crosses my head.