Normally, there is always no much time for explaining when two or more people shout "thief" at anyone, in the streets of Nairobi. It doesn't matter whether one is a priest or a witch, my friend, you run! When it comes to a matter of life and death, adrenaline say 'get aggressive or bleed excessive!' So when you are in the run and you meet an old lady, you knock her down. Real hard! As much as it will increase their wrath, it will equally reduce their chances of catching you.
When and old lady comes into your hut in Nyeri and threatens to shout 'rapist!' Lest you give her ksh10,000...man! You dive into your pockets and find what you have. You only acknowledge that you have been fairly and cleanly blackmailed. And you praise her old wicked wits. You don't say anything else. You just act as though it's nothing, no matter how infuriated you feel inside. Trust me, if you do or say anything silly you will praise the ladies of Nyeri in hell!
When your neighbour's hen finds way into your granary in Kakamega and begins, with the usual complaints, swallowing your hard worked for maize, you don't take any direct action. You go call the neighbour to come take the hen home. That is what I call golden property. It is similar to a jar of water in Ukambani. Very important and very serious. Afterall, in Luhyaland hens are the royal poultry. A single hen can buy you two fully grown cows. So If you want to live long over there, play not with anyone's hen. It's a matter of life and death.
Violence is never appreciated in most societies in the world. People are wise and have grown past violence as a means of resolving conflict. However, I know of a people who are more than learned. Geniuses as a matter of fact but a people who are conservative. Not as much of property as they are of individual pride. A people who believe not in modern war arms but in crude stones and stones alone. Trust me, as much as stones do bouild entire foundations of buildings, they can strike to the ground an entire city. Whenever you see the stones people gather, man! Listen to your instincts, run! Don't stop! They can shoot you from a mile away! It's a matter of life and death.
When and old lady comes into your hut in Nyeri and threatens to shout 'rapist!' Lest you give her ksh10,000...man! You dive into your pockets and find what you have. You only acknowledge that you have been fairly and cleanly blackmailed. And you praise her old wicked wits. You don't say anything else. You just act as though it's nothing, no matter how infuriated you feel inside. Trust me, if you do or say anything silly you will praise the ladies of Nyeri in hell!
When your neighbour's hen finds way into your granary in Kakamega and begins, with the usual complaints, swallowing your hard worked for maize, you don't take any direct action. You go call the neighbour to come take the hen home. That is what I call golden property. It is similar to a jar of water in Ukambani. Very important and very serious. Afterall, in Luhyaland hens are the royal poultry. A single hen can buy you two fully grown cows. So If you want to live long over there, play not with anyone's hen. It's a matter of life and death.
Violence is never appreciated in most societies in the world. People are wise and have grown past violence as a means of resolving conflict. However, I know of a people who are more than learned. Geniuses as a matter of fact but a people who are conservative. Not as much of property as they are of individual pride. A people who believe not in modern war arms but in crude stones and stones alone. Trust me, as much as stones do bouild entire foundations of buildings, they can strike to the ground an entire city. Whenever you see the stones people gather, man! Listen to your instincts, run! Don't stop! They can shoot you from a mile away! It's a matter of life and death.
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