My typical timetable in the village

[kah_tony]

this reminds me of the “dereva, nyang’anya gari mafuta” hekaya

[Tiriitiondo]

Then we head to Lang’o border kutandika vijana na sling!!.

[majizee]

Swafi. leta hekaya ya disco-matanga ama ni matanga-disco

[Nikka]

Hizi sasa ndio hekaya ziko na adabu… Pewa like zote!

[system]

Nakumbuka some time back nimeenda mission (ongora in luo) nikarudi 3am na 4am ni kuenda shamba kulima hadi 7am ama 8am… Hakuna kitu mbaya kama kulamba lolo then unaenda kuzunguka shamba na ngombe ukilima… I saw darkness soon afta jua ilitokea.

[system]

@majizee

Swafi. leta hekaya ya disco-matanga ama ni matanga-disco

Bash matanga.

[S.P]

@Nyarwath

I wake up at 3 am, yoke the oxen and head to the fields. We plough under the moonlight till 8 o’clock when the sun is too cruel to continue with the task. We head home, tuck my whip ‘jaridi’ away and set the oxen free to relax.
Chai na boiled sweet potatoes, there’s no limit, kunywa vile utaweza. Potatoes ni za jana usiku, zimelala overnight na ugali kwa wenye wanajiskia nayo. You know ukiwa tao vitu kama hizi hupati hivi hivi.
I chase my legs, then set out to graze the animals in the fields, that’s kitu 10 hivi. I pick my radio and head out with little kids who are eager to accompany you to the fields with boyhood excitement and endless questions. After 2 hrs, wengine hata wameanza kulala, you lay them under a shade, keeping an eye on them while tending to the livestock. Hata itabidi ubebe wengine, they are very good company if you don’t know.
Saa tisa am back home for lunch. Hapo ni brown ugali with managu and a cup of sour milk straight from the gourd. Hapo tena ukule vile unataka. If you ever lived with your shosh you know what am talking about, especially kama umetoka town na uko hapo for a short holiday. I go back to the fields, sasa naenda mpaka na mbuzi na kondoo hadi six. Mbuzi na kondoo huwa na kiherehere sana so asubuhi ni kamba mpaka four ndio ukiwaachilia, watagraze in peace. Nikirudi hiyo six, I milk the cows, close the penn and let the calves enjoy their mothers company.
I take a bath, panga bar soap na suthru ya gunia, inasugua mpaka dhambi. Hapa hakuna cha mafuta, ningare jacket sababu ya njeve and set out nitegee wale madem wanatoka sokoni niwachapie. Unajua kijijini watu hujuana from far kwa hivo you try as much as you can to keep your randy ways as nocturnal as possible. I get wind that there’s going to be a disco matanga somewhere kwa ivo lazima ichangamkiwe. I leave my hunting mission, reach the market to hang with my age mates and reschedule my hunting to a later hour.
Supper, brown ugali na samaki kama kawa. Nikule poa nikijua am headed for a night long dance and probably a puthy, you never know. Unajua vizuri playlist ya ocha iko tofauti kabisa na ya tao, kwa hivo dance pia inataka nguvu. Navaa avunja na mbwenye yenye huvaliwa for special occasions like this only. Pick my rungu and tuck the nyahunyo in my waist(noma hutokea sometimes) you remember the saying akili mjini nguvu kijijini, here it plays out literally. Nipitie wadhii kwa simba flani ‘meeting point’ and we disappear into the night in a group of about 10 guys.
What happens at the disco matanga is a hekaya for another day but we enjoy ourselves knowing too well that by 3, we should be in the farm ploughing. That’s why during the school holidays, niko radhi niende kwa shosho solo but nienjoy kienyeji puthys na village delicacy “arega” and the cycle repeats itself.

This is how to take a break!

[King_Slayer]

inasugua hadi dhambi :D:D