Underscore

Am obviously from East Africa but I have issues with my inability to speak proper Kiswahili, I never realized that before setting up camp with fellow regionmates from Tanzania last week. What I speak is corrupted kiswahili and the level of corruption is doubteless. Whatever brought us under one hut was not good times it was a funeral, and you are well aware that where Aunt Nera and I come from, funerals have a second name, theyare called the last wedding, translate it to...when we see you off, we do it with the intention of proving food insecurity is a foreign word in the village. First we budget for your coffin, this days it has got to white.......shows you werent doing so badly here on earth, and your worth our penny. Then if you decided to meet your maker in the city, we have to take you bak to where your umblical cord is buried, bak inyour village!

This is a tough one becoz some corpses become so bright that they refuse to go.....so in this case, we stop the hearse car, get your body out of the casket, and change the direction of your body, especially the head, once you figure out we are headed bak to the city all is well. Am not sure any of you is getting this right, it sounds so simple, but convincing a rebel who abandoned his village for city life that he is been taken bak home is the business....of the wise and the elderly...and it can last up to 6hrs. Its hard for me to convince you, but am in africa, am in Kenya, I know my people from the village dead people see....and hear, or else Black Magic isnt dead. I know the good Book, but I also know my people.

The final thing we do, is we make sure food will be in plenty, food for in-laws, food for the clan, the village has to see you off. A cow has to die, in this particular case, then we feast for three days. The first one is when we get you home, and everyone wants to be sure, if the city people were playing some joke on them that they have now lost one of the umblical cords forever, then they cry asking you, how you could decided to leave them so early, some cry are genuiine, and others well..... civilisation has made crying so hard sometimes that we just hire the proffessional mourners....their maximum time on crying is usually guaranteed upto 12hrs on and off. Then we eat ....occassionally cry......grumble about how food is not enough, explain how you lived in plenty so we have to see you off in the same way...then we eat....

on the second day which is usuall tougher...because its the day of physically enjioning you to the ancestors, we eat first, then talk about you, those who went to nursery with you, your family, those who knew you from sunday school.......we talk about you......then we take you to rest it should be on the second day running, then we eat..........talking about you

At night we play full blast music and eat all night long, and dance , and talk about you again, this time we try to accept everything, that the world is so hard to live in, that times are so tough, that its just as well, The Boss Upstairs could not have called you at a better time, you needed an early rest...then we eat....... and disperse ....expecting to meet again in death anniversary...where we will eat again..........

Where in the ancestors name is food insecurity?