DALA- home in Luo
I enjoy the countryside.
I enjoy the whistling of the wind. The buzzing of the bumblebees and the crowing of the Jogoo( rooster). I enjoy farming. I particularly, marvel at how fast I get hungry when I am in dala. My grandfather used to say it was the air that made you hungry faster, and I agree. The rate at which we consumed food there was outright disturbing.
I have such fond memories of my grandparents’ place and I am glad after 6 years not much has changed. I still sit the way I used to at 16 looking at chickens and ducks for hours. I would imagine each chicken and duck had a personality and I would observe how they interact with each other. Who did not like who, who was more aggressive, who was more jealous…what can I say I have an imagination.
I remember my grandfather’s laughter and the way he would continuously pile your plate if you were unfortunate/fortunate to sit next to him at meal times. I remember my grandmother teaching me how the Luo name their children, how to stitch and embroider table clothes and how to make maziwa lala. There was one holiday I was taught how to beat the maize from the cob. A job I thoroughly enjoyed although, as I reflect back was such a mundane and tedious task.
It was the first time my brother was travelling up country as well. It was his first time seeing animals alive and moving about. The exposure did him well. There was overall laughter, goofing around and lots and lots and lots of food.
In conclusion, fellow young ones go see your grandparents and cultivate that friendship. They are a sea of knowledge especially knowledge about your cultural identity. Plus, there are the only people who are legally obliged to spoil you rotten.
Until next time