Do you recall when our parents and grandparents would deny you to do or say anything because they termed it as forbidden I mean "ETAN KIYO". Remember when girls couldn't whistle or do boys' work and our brothers found it hard to do their own laundry or just simply cook. When my brother went to light fire and cook for us when my mum wasn't feeling well he was termed a hero,highly applauded for just lighting a fire. When I learnt how to cook a well-ripe very nice ugali no one commented on my skills. this was simply because it was a girl's job to cook and a boys responsibility to do the hard tasks. I don't know how to drive a manual car because it was only my brothers who were allowed to drive or simply hop onto my dad's tractor or even go to the farm and just monitor a field or farm being ploughed. Do we term this as nature or nurture.
I miss home where I could just simply eat my ugali in the morning at lunch time tea 10 and 4 and dinner without even thinking of monotony. kono ngo chegob sotet ak isakyat ak imyetab kipsonyot.
LONG LIVE MY TRIBE
LONG LIVE MY COMMUNITY
LONG LIVE KITWEK
KISETE AK KEBORE ENG EMOPCHI