Have you ever asked yourself exactly what governs the fashioning of your dreams when you sleep? Tutu dreams being an Alien, according to him, only this supernatural being can master everything on the world. He wants to be a master! Probably dreams are about things that we hear of and imagine but are out of our touch in reality. Ithekahuno happens to be a village unique in all aspects and the kind of dreams people dream there are also unique. This village that neighbors Mukurweini to one side and Mathira to the other side was a victim ofGikuyu and Mumbiwhen they were leaving Mukurweini (mukurwewanyagathanga) on their way to Nairobi to sell their 9 daughters to the white man for money they crossed through the village and buried their charm in the soil. The magic that makes girls in the village appealing to the men in the village resulting to a social disorder best described as genetic isolation. This is a situation where your great grand mother and your great greatgrand mother in law are born in the same village. Occasioned by a people having been marrying within the radius covered by the Ithekahuno marvels for generations and any marriage tried outside the sacred borders is watched with negative anticipations. Its not like we have not been to school, no. We have come to the airport at three in the morning severally to see off learned sons and daughters of the land, we send them to Maseno, others to Makerere and lately to Lebanon but this has had no tangible effect in correcting the prevailing disorder in the community. It is their memories, that fashions their dreams resulting to community confusion. Ithekahunoins do not dream on imagined things, they dream about what they have seen, been with, touched, felt and know for long. This is the source of the problem. Dreams whose validity expired before the dreamer actually dreamt. Imagine this fella in a big university abroad doing his doctorate degree, comes into contact with ladies of diverse faculties , ethnicities and variation of cultural values but what he dreams of is the girl he went with to primary school. When he rest in bed he remembers the innocence of this girl ‘Nyakiogoro’ commonly referred to by the villagers as’ Kogoro’. He sees her in his dreams wearing a green dress with red collars patched up by her poor mother to hide the nakedness with blue and orange fabrics of varied textures walking in the muddy village as her bare feet sinks her toes leaving marks of her footsteps, she carries sixteen kgs of harvested coffee on her back in a sisal woven Kiondo to the buying center and as she rubs her shinny teeth with branches from wild trees known to take away bad breath, she smiles with innocence as she cerebrates Xmas eve. And this occupies the dream of the Ithekahuno scholar. When he wakes up in the morning, he searches for the innocent Kogoro, the girl who smiled back to him in confirmation of love this Sunday afternoon by the shores of Kanyiriri river after swimming. She did not go for coffee neither did she request for a holiday around the world, she looked at him, his face was full of pimples as a result of puberty sweat that had not been properly cleaned for long, he cared not about bad breath all what she knew was that she felt something strange when their eyes met and rest was irrelevant. The next evening, the scholar reaches for his phone and calls the virgin village, he is looking for the possible whereabouts of Kogoro. Towards Xmas, there is a wedding the son of the village has flown back and is marrying his father’s neighbor’s daughter only that this time they will leave for America but leaving the great grand mother and the great greatgrand mother in law in the same village. Wishing you an adventurous day. Charity.
Posted on: Tue, 30 Sep 2014 08:10:51 +0000
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