Zipping up.....

Aint no much to write.........not today anyways...been out of that city and it does feel good, am now fresher than, and smarter than, breath all that air and pay for you to live in that town in the name of life in the city, I rather my village blood remains here, inside my insides, and in the village, where we dont count no fish no......not the way they sell it there, I mean I stood in for aunt Nera all this time and you sell them fish like they have toe nails......food insecurity i call, how no one plants not even onion in them pots is just out of my mind think tank, a peny for fish , a penny for flour and a penny for going to empty your bowels , I would rather here my empties drop down the hole...tup.... tup...tup, a thousand miles down, but all fre...e...e to do that

Cat Chase

On the lakeside

Give some credit to this village town but am sure enjoying the scenery and its not the Coast ehe....its the lakeside village....... visiting one of my uncles village who just might have some big name sooner and I no want to look like I was never suppportive!

On the road again

I will be going to the village again...and this time i promised, that fish has to drop in the city when I donjo bak here. The problem with nai-ro-bians, when I say fish little baby fishes come to their minds. When I say fish, fish is absolutely what I mean, and am not a hyperactive person so I wont throws tantarum on the refusal of nbairobians to accept, but I will suggest that when I next post a fish on this site, it will be a fish indeed and use of a ruler will be allowed, figures wont not be drawn to scale
So I leave it at that, my great grandfathers always said when you are begin a great walk you dont leave like you are going to meet you mothe- in-law! Oh yeah I guess have lost you on that too, i understand, what it means is , mother in laws are very precious and respected people, to be honest to look your mother in law in the eye, is an abomination....... even if she dies, you cant just stare at her naked grave , we cover it with banana leaves, but you know all this technology business so now we do it with...nice new sheets!

Kapsul

One thing I like about Kapsul is the amount of rabuon (sweet potatoes) there, and the prices for it, the best you can get if you ask me. its not like this town business I go see here in the city, like those kenchic place, why would kenchic grow its own chicken and then turn around as if it dint grow it not and charge price over the roof for it? It make no sense, completely, but that market in kapsul , those people are sure proud of what they produce, a whole bucket of them rabuon, I bought for finje (50bob) and I count no nyongesa.
If I made someone happy it sure was Aunt Nera she couldnt stop to tell me how when she once lived in U-ganda, there was more food that you couldnt repeat what you ate last month before full moon comes and goes. Here ugali talks, call it maize cake if you want, but dont go cukn it like cake!! Ugali jana. leo. keso. mtondogoo, keso kutwa............, Ugalki just talks, ever been here, if they did not offer you ugali and something, probably you proved to much to integrate....in the long run. so now we gone have those rabuons for morning fast break, and supper too, and ancestors forbid.....lunch! That must be greater than......maybe not but it does make you stronger than again, one thing i should mention clear, is if you like gulping down anything, this you dont gulp, ask Okiege the village food thief, he learnt it the hard way, he was never caught but the Sweet potatoe finally caught him, and killed him via blocking his throat!

Kapsul Kabondo (At a glance)

Sunset at Mara

Kirinyaga rd

I had for the last few days had the opportunity to wonder in the streets of Gregon...somebody said its called ...I have forgotten , the name is supposed to mean something, but am not good at local interpretations.
Now what would a lady, or a woman who thinks she is a lady be doing in Gregon. I mean here they are sell you even when you are still standing. They cxalculate what you are worth and before you get lost the highest bidder has you, well the story might not be true but hell they would sell your car before you make a u turn!
Whatever they do there, is not as important as why the hell would any woman want to have a boyfie from that Kirinyaga road, working there...sure...but living there??
Well I got hooked up, and three days into trying to locate Oti.... I give up!!

Patriotic?**

Kendu bay dala wa……. Kenya ismarwa…..???
I always said it, politiks is not my favorite topic, not here on earth, nor I doubt largely if I go on to heaven, politiks will interest me. However the recent takings of a certain peoples is upsetting my insides. Pride the good book talks comes before a fall…indeed it does, I find no problem when a man owns three phones, one his, one for his special friends, and another his family line, the one his wife can reach him, that is if she is lucky it gets through, but contract between them spells the number she is to use always, no offside on this one. Neither do I find it hard to accept, a man with a car as big as his ego, intercooler, it is….no……no, it’s the Hammer now, you don’t have a hammer, you sure don’t know where you are headed in life, a man has got to be a man, and a man has to live a life bigger than him.
What I find hard to welcome is the need for anyone to turn their house into a disco! Its abuse of the basic rights of the neighbours, of the people who live in that house and a straight violation of what Father calls international and religious rights. If any one wants to use big words for small things, its alright. But a big ego, doesn’t go well with big things. At first I thought it must be… I mean somebody had died just in the hood, you know they play music to help collect money, while body is in the mochary, I mean the price of the mochary and that of taking the body bak home is climbing so fast. And you know those stupid businessmen whom you contract to take the body bak home for you they agree when you are here, then when you are on the way they, they decide to remove the body from casket and leave it on the ground if you don’t pay them the difference. But no one leaves the body in the city, it would be the abomination and dissolution of cultural obligations it doesn’t matter, if the dead had left the village and never wanted to come bak, we wait when they die, we would always take them where they belong with the ancestors!!!
So its not a burial, so why would anyone blast that music. Second night the music; there it goes again…ndi…ndi….ndi..ndi…boom…boom……twaf!
Aunt Nera says…..but what is it? Has the spirits entered our new neighbour? That man from line four? She says this is too much; my late husband whom I loved so much didn’t give me this headache, so a man I don’t know cannot deny me sleep…..
Well off she went….and sooner she came……and the music behind her……BOOM…..BOOOM…BOOOM…….TWAF!!!!
What happened?
If you cannot buy a disco system and put in your house, don’t force people to live like you!!!! Ziiiiich…..volume increased…BOOM…BOOOM…BOOOOOM….and Aunt Nera stood there talking to herself!