Punglu n Pwap

This is my story about the people of Kanyading’ding’. It is not so long ago because Opuk my greatest grandfather was still there! And you know what? I’m here. Or you think if he were not there I would be here now? Wee usilete vako bana. You know what Puklu, these things have not started now, they have been there. Maybe, better.
Ehe Pakla,
I have never lied to you, have I?
A A never
So let me tell you about the Kanyading’ding’ people. (Clears his throat) there was this beautiful Nyadendi I have never known her real name, because every time I hear her story, emotions take me off, am carried by the winds to back in the days and at the feet of my greatest grand father I set myself, to be sure that today, I can tell you the same story. So, Puklu, allow me to call her Nyadendi. (A song in praise of Nyadendi, Puklu and Pakla both sing)
Hey! Hey! Pakla, you need some more kwete, and then you promise not to go there, but stay here, until the story is over.
Puklu, I have never said no to busaa. Let me tell you about Nyadendi, she was beautiful.
Must be the most beautiful woman any man has ever even had in his illusions. She was beautiful. Beautiful. Beautiful. (Drinks’ some busaa from the calabash) she had neither hip-star, nor spa-strap. But she left men staggering wherever she passed. Her breasts were covered in ondakla-banana bark- her waist was adorned in bright caloured beads do you know how they were called? Ah! Puklu, they are called winde. Wi
Nde
Wi
Nde.
Yes, winde. And beneath the winde, she had a round sisal skirt called owalo. I tell you, she was beautiful. On her neck she had tigo. The improvision my sister has named necklace. She had a pronounced gap on her upper jaw. Since these Kanyadin’ding’ people never wanted to leave anything without a name, they called her gap mbanya. Nyadendi Rambanya
Ooh Nyadendi, (a song – chogo min ohero nyadendi yo X2 ayaye nyadendi yo chogo min ohero Nyadendi yo) X2
Puklu, Puklu
Pakla,
Don’t finish the sweet song, before you see the graceful steps of Nyadendi balancing her water pot from the river. Her buttocks swayed in a rhythm that all of us have a tune for in the play ground. But the one Puklu and Pakla love is this
Kabich, Carrot X3
This is the reason, why many men went for amen (wrestling) until the strongest man in the village was found and allowed to marry Nyadendi. (Ululations) it was sigalagala everywhere, because the beautiful Nyadendi had finally found a mate. The village messenger ran to the transmission hill and lit a bon-fire that smoked above and beyond Kanyading’ding’. He sent happy celebration messages to the whole neighborhood and I no time, baskets full of roast meat or should I say aliya and ugali started trickling into the celebration arena. Delicacies like alenya and aluru were brought in plenty. People danced to ohangla tunes till morning and busaa was drunk in plenty. But, strength does not scare away death. Nyadendi’s husband died. Even Nyadendi’s beauty would not keep off tragedy. Puklu, Nyadendi is widowed.
But that does not take away a woman’s beauty, does it?
Puklu, because of this beauty, they say, Nyadendi’s husband died from chira!
He! Chira/
Chira! Nyadendi’s husband was long lilo. Umh, that strong man was impotent
Important?
Impotent.
Impoted
Impotent
Impotent
You got it Puklu. (Snaps his fingers) her husbands condition made her become a creeper, and not being too careful, it gave her husband the fever. The man died childless.
Wooii
But, Nyadendi was pregnant!
Mayie Pakla!
So she could not be inherited before she gave birth. All that could be done at this time was to shave her head. (Takes’ the calabash and returns it down without drinking) everybody watched and waited, for the birth of Nyadendi and Punglu, her secret lover. Nobody was to know, but somebody knew and now, everybody knew and waited. The day came, and nyamrerwa -midwife- was called, she tried, but as Nyadendi pushed and screamed out Punglu’s name, she breathed her last. The baby gave a shrill cry to signal both her birth and sorrow. An owl’s ugly voice was heard from a distance, a strong wind -yamo- blew and the trees went punglu pwap, punglu pwap punglu pwap. So the midwife called the child Oyamo Pwap. (Drinks) The village was caught up with mixed emotions. Some mourned Nyadendi’s death while others celebrated the birth of Pwap. Others hung in between mourning and celebration. You could see a smile on one side of the face and a tear rolling down the other cheek.
Pakla my friend, I beg you do no more talking, let us drink kwete to the end of our lives. For if my beautiful Nyadendi could die just like that, I should not live.
No Puklu that is not the spirit that brings forth a man. You must be strong for odds and good, expect twists and turns which shapes our livelihood and appreciate the rises and falls that come with it.

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A WOMAN

A woman is strength of life,
Not just the rib,
She is the back-bone,
She is strength,
Still, so delicate,

A woman holds the smile of life,
She holds things together,
Can console in distress,
And congratulate in success,
To all she is the mother,

A woman is made of virtues of life,
She bears with love,
Her tenderness is nourishing,
Care and understanding, Assuring,

A woman is favourite baby of life,
She needs attention,
She needs to be adored,
She needs to be noticed,
She needs to be happy,

Her tears are salty torrents,
Of pains and ills towards her,
For her children
For her country,
For her land,
For life itself that she is,
A life she wish to change,
To wake up on a new page,
And find gone the rage,
From joy and pains range,

A woman is strength of life
A woman holds the smile of life
A woman is made of virtues of life
A woman is favourite baby of life.

Nothing At All

When I look into your eyes,
I see them reading through me,
I only wonder what you see,
Coz in the same, I see,
But at time its best if I say nothing at all.

The joy you bring in my life,
Has never been through the strife,
Trying but I failed, till I met you,
For once my lips taste real smile,
But at time its best if I say nothing at all.

In the chill of dawn,
And the silence of dark,
You are in my mind reminding me,
That, my smile still count.
But at time its best if I say nothing at all.

Handled like a brittle glass,
Delicate in need of love,
Care and understanding,
Through tests of time together,
But at time its best if I say nothing at all.

When there is nothing at all,
Getting through my lips,
My heart beckons yours,
In a warming and calming embrace,
Because at time its best to say nothing at all.

Be Wise

When you can not say no,
And you can not say yes,
But not allowed in between,
You ca not take left or right,
And the middle is so tight,
Can not surrender or fight,
But you can not comprehend!
What just might!
Still you are sure,
You are not confused,
Just weighing options.

The scale drops,
And the result scatters,
Then, you are held responsible,
Positive or negative, tack!
The scale has dropped,
And you are accountable,
Be wise,
Don't be confused,
You are not confused!
Hahaha!
You are not confused,
You can't take this or that,
You are weighing options,
Tack!
The scale drops.

THIS JOURNEY

The journey you take,
Not upon you to make,
but you can slide and break,
So, allow the giver to make.

So gracious and kind,
Our weakness in mind,
In the deepest dark can find,
Our broken hearts to bind.

So loving and merciful,
When days turn dreadful,
So bright, so beautiful,
When nights become sorrowful.

Your grace and love Oh Jesus,
keeps strings attached in us,
Because you are mindful of us
To your feet we run Oh Jesus.

Take my life,
Conform my life,
Transform my life,
Jesus you are my life.

NEIGHBOURS

The question of who a neighbor is has been existent for long time. It may not be an easy to answer question. However, no matter the angle one looks at it, the answer Which Jesus gave still remains as a novel reply of all ages. This just takes us to the old conclusion that the world has people and humans. Come to think about the good Samaritan. He performed an act of mercy. It did not bother him that the man who lay on the roadside was a stranger. He was there for him and made sure that the injured man got proper treatment.

We can do the same. Touching another persons life is the best a person can ever do. no matter what it is. Regardless of how small it may be. This other person is the neighbor we have been looking for all our lives. Any act of mercy that we do warms up our hearts and just works towards making us human. This should be done beyond boundaries.It is not good to have a cold heart when we know that people need us.
Those who are around us everyday need us now and then. These are our neighbors. Lets not forget the strangers on the way. Putting a smile on a persons life each and every day should be the aim of our livelihood.

.......have a neighborly week.....

COULD BE RIGHT COULD BE WRONG

I could be right,
I could be wrong,
Whether am yes or no
We are brothers and sisters

You could be right,
You could be wrong.
Whether you are red or green
We are brothers and sisters.

They could be right,
They could be wrong,
Saying this or that way,
We are brothers and sisters.

We could be right,
We could be wrong,
We need it or we don't,
We are brothers and sisters.

You know am right,
I can't be be wrong,
A difference in opinions,
We are brothers and sisters.

....Kenya is our cradle....