KANYONI KA NJA
(HOME BIRD)
This just a reflection of how much I miss having my fingers on a keyboard and create a story or else tell one. I thank God for my mind, I think of staff, memories, observation, look at life and sometimes I grin alone, you can be sure am rarely lonely.
Today morning this childhood song hit my memory and I have not stopped smiling at it. and so I considered pasting it on my wall. It goes like this in Meru….bytheway, am still wondering if other tribes of my country had the song in their mothertongue…
Kanyoni ka nja
kagwire nja na mitheko
Ndakoria atiri x2
wamucore watinda ku
Ndatinda kuiri X2
kwaragania mbirigichi
iih mbirigichi….
Sincerely am not sure if i know well the meaning of some words there…I know if my small ntagu Pamela Kendi read this she will think a nut is getting loose in my world.
This song has come about with fond of memories. Those days at my grand’s place when we would gather on one of the biggest stone in the village and give stories in turns…hahaha..those days of ”kagituju”,”kamankura” and ” M”munyanya”. I vividly remember those mornings we would be sent to keep off birds from messing millet plantation. We would do it by walking round the shamba, whistling, making some noise and throwing aimless stones once in a while…Interesting.
Those seasons, when everything was flowery in the shamba and ”kukus” were fed indoors not to mess the crop flowers. Grandpa would open for the them in the evening and as the smallest child around, he would ask me to keep watch that none snicks to the shamba. Ofcourse in the evenings when there was no choir meeting, we used to be abit idle, no cartons or kipindi to watch,Just waiting for food while listening to grandpa stories near his bonfire and then to bed. What about those evening village choir practices? we would meet everyday for practice in case there was a ceremony or a wedding in the village… I will never forget how we twisted our little waists when it came to ….”muanze mkatiko, mkatiko” hahaha…I can see my small ntagu again Pamela Kendi doing it best.
Wah, no wonder we had to stay home for five years before joining school, home was still a busy place to be. Now in the era of ipads, tablets, computers…yes i mean dot com, this sound like a life in diaspora. I still can’t understand how time fly and how fast things are changing..
Surely judgement day is still coming, its now nearer than when we first believed..