Girls are born artists or so I think especially when it comes to ‘kupa Yesu Kristo compe.’ You see instead of writing on the ground with a finger like Jesus did when they brought that woman who was caught in the act; girls use their toes to draw on the ground. A girl can draw a whole map of Ragati location complete with a police post,a dispensary, a tea factory and a chief’s camp all when a boy is whispering sweet nothings. If that ain’t genius, I don’t know what is. I guess we should have studied geospatial engineering but do we say.
Bougainvillea the ever so present tropical flower comes in various shades and colours ranging from purple to red and orange. Besides decorating compounds and homes around the slopes of the mountain, they provided a landmark for when giving first time visitors direction.
The other day a friend of mine told me how they got lost when they tried to travel home using a different route and they ended up driving back to the city. I was like you guys don’t use Google maps. You see with google as we do online shopping we just send pin location and voila what you ordered is delivered right at your doorstep. Those days though earth was harder.A long time ago giving directions was not easy. It used to go something like this; you go this way and when you reach the next junction, turn right, and then go go go until you find a bougainvillea tree, then turn left and the first house on your right it is.
This flower also marked the point beyond which no suitor would dare advance especially if they cared for their dear lives. It was like our fathers had placed an unspoken landmark in a bid to protect their daughters from the sons of Jeroboam. It is at these junctions where you’d find most girls drawing on the soil with their toes as they listened to the parting shots aka lines from these sons of the soil.’you see when I think about you, my heart paragasha.’ 😘😘
More significantly though was the fact that most photographers left you broke at these picturesque sights. There they’d stealthily lay in wait for you and use their sweet words to convince you to not only part with your hardly earned coins, but also to strike a goofy pause that you’d look at way down memory lane and wonder if you had a few nuts loose. It did not matter that you had to wait for like a month to get the film developed and the probability of being told that your photo had been burnt (over exposure) was closer to one than to zero. If the photo was burnt, the photographer had to strike another deal with you by requesting you to pose yet again for half the price which would lead to you waiting for another one or so month.
Sometimes the whole rope (film) would burn and the photographer would have to sink further funds to stay afloat. Life was not easy and building up a 16 photos album from scratch was not an easy task. You had to collect mbūnis here and there or pick coffee in a neighbours farm religiously to not only pay for the photo sessions but also to buy a few mutumba clothes from Kiricū market aka kīmbūndi. That said and done the album was more often than not the cube’s (kiumbu) ice breaker.
Ngaenda hivi ngachora map legit. No need for a cartographic kit. 😂😂