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MZEE KAZUNGU

Mzee Kazungu and the women world day

"Hurray for march 8th! Hurray for all the women"

08-03-2010 by Freddie del Curatolo

Seeing a white man in Kakoneni, at eight in the morning, is not a rare but always gives a sense of the unexpected, again; Imagine the surprise of the things that materialize in an unexpected moment. This happens especially to the children who cheerfully arrange themselves on the edge of the track as for the passage of cyclists on the Tourmalet and are at one with the orange powder, the shade of the acacias and the smile of the sun.
Grandfather Kazungu instead knows that a Mzungu at that hour, on a dirt road, fifty kilometers in Malindi on the way to the Tsavo National Park, where there is near a Safari van, may belong to two categories :

Tourists linger to urinate and forgotten by the Safari of the van driver and not reported by passengers (in this case after a maximum of one and a half will come back to retrieve it) or

Tourist who ventured into the bush with their car and left a few kilometers back, with oily and sweaty wife to brake the streams with his shirt and the two friends arrived for the first time in Africa to dream, in the rear seats, the garden of their house in Pietra Ligure.

If not part of one of two types, then it may be the only evaporated, which took advantage of a pass from adventurers in Land Cruiser or just come down from the rapid matatu Malindi-Kakoneni.
"Jambo, mzee!"
"Good morning, pale granddaughter"
By the whiteness of his shirt and face, it seems Land Cruiser, which will take it back tomorrow.
It 's time for a cinnamon tea, an African game of checkers and a sportsman to smoke slowly from Olympiad relaxed.
"What do we owe this visit, friend?"
"Today is the March 8, I came because it is International Women's Day and I would like also to Kakoneni was celebrated this anniversary"
"The party…?"
"... The woman ... mwanamke! Of your wives, daughters, granddaughters, of malaya "
"We also lacked this ... my boyfriend, Kenya is the country with the religious holidays of the African continent and, I also believe in the world. Not adopting an official religion, we celebrate all the Christian celebrations, those of Rome and those celebrated in Anglo-Saxon countries, such as Pentecost, to do no wrong to the Pope nor to British Protestants who first told us about faith. Then we respect the Islamic holidays, God forbid ... the birth of the prophet Mohamed, revelation, and the days of prayer in which many make their way to Mecca.
Obviously we are celebrating also the opening day and that of the end of Ramadan. Then we have the historical anniversaries of our Nation: Independence Day, "Uhuru day", that of the constitution, "Jamhuri day", the birthday of Jomo Kenyatta, the father of the country, and also that of his successor, a little 'less father but always a bit 'monarch, Arap Moi. Clearly align ourselves to the world as also related May 1, despite not having a great working tradition ... the first year you are not working and since last year has been declared a national holiday also the New Year's Eve.
Lately there are those who whisper that we are opening up to Buddhism and solemn days of the Celtic calendar ... and how to ignore in Malindi Italian holidays? If it were not for April 25 Your countrymen were still in Somalia, more than beaches, safaris and tropical cocktails! "
The wisdom and the irony of Grandfather Kazungu always left him stunned evaporated, moreover he knew that only someone like him would face the hinterland malindino and slept one night in a mud hut among snakes and scorpions.
It was a unique specimen: over forty seasons alongside whites of all races and cultures, learning to observe thousands of passage, they had transmitted as an electronic computer billions of information and stimuli, the time available, the slow flow of things and clarity of thought they had worked out everything, subliming with the philosophy of African life.
"But this is not a calendar party, even in Italy ... is a way to celebrate the luck to have the female gender at our side"
Kazungu grandfather looked at him askance evaporated and shook vigorously regained her sarong at the hips.
"A party to thank Heaven for the reproduction of the species, you say?"
The evaporated shook the manner of a banana the thick hair on his head.
"We're going to discuss it at the Safari Bar"
Lawrence Kamongo was loading his heavenly pickup.
On the body there were already seven people, a small generator to take to repair, a toolbox, two crates of empty of Tusker, the spare wheel of a truck, a bicycle and a gas cylinder.
In the seat beside the driver, collected and smiling, the electrician Makotsi.
"You go away!" He said, ordering a coffee kenya.
"When are you coming back? It is to organize the Women's Day at sunset "
"I'll be back intorn ... THE PARTY THAT '?"
"Women's ... it is the March 8! Around the world celebrates the woman "
"We celebrate every day the woman, there is no need for a special day"
"Even Jesus is celebrated every Sunday, yet there are special events, the most important weeks" said Kazungu grandfather, who had decided to take the side of his friend Italian, imagining that he would be soon be in the minority.
Feeling called into question, the priest stretched his voice.
"We want to equate Jesus and ..."
"Our Lady that gave birth? Why not! "As he anticipated the evaporated.
"Our Lady was a special woman, committed no sin ... this is why we love" snapped the priest, "do not forget that Eve to have committed the original sin."
"The sin they committed our women was to get married ..." chuckled Kazungu.
"Had they been able to decide them ..." he jumped on the bar manager, Kibonge.
"What sin have committed my first wife, sold by his father for seven goats and a tomato plantation?" He Makotsi rumbling from inside the pickup.
"What not to miss in Matsangoni!" Barked a young voice behind the generator.
"And I, who slit my back for ten years to carry water from the well and take care of my four little children? - He asked shrilly one of the guests of the body, moving the bicycle so that you could see in his face - I am a sinner, perhaps? "
The priest was thrown in the most religious silence, Kamongo continued.
"And what this Women's Day?"
"It should happen that the woman for a day can do what the rest of the year, it is forbidden ... the March 8 she decides, is the star!" S'infervorò him evaporated.
"That is now our women should get drunk, get cooking kid, forcing the man to have sex ..."
"For example, tonight the Safari Bar is available to them and do not see the game, but the program who choose them ..."
"But there is West Ham-Portsmouth ..." he tried Kibonge.
"Do you realize what you have always done for us women? - Then said Kazungu - the work of fatigue, the children, keep the villages clean, washing clothes, procure firewood and pounding maize, collect the spinach, they go to fetch water ... "
"But it's normal, we are working on the road or in the city and earn money to maintain them ..." said Kamongo.
"And you capovolgeresti the situation? Manderesti your wife Service prejudice to the village to do what she does? "
"You can not - boomed Makotsi, you learn the car door - the man can not breastfeed, the children are brought up by his mother, therefore she must be the village"
"Here are found the alibi ..." he murmured the evaporated.
"On this I can not blame them ..." confirmed grandfather Kazungu.
"I get it! - Said Kibebe, the fool of the village waking from a sbroffante sleep under the flipper - Today we celebrate the tits woman! "
That evening, for the March 8, the men of the village and kid cooked potatoes to charcoal for their wives, they sang folk songs to which female voices joined in, dragging them to tribal dances. Some of them even felt a drop of Mnazi, drunk instantly.
Almost all they had sex with their husbands and those who had two or three wives was a busy evening.
Grandfather Kazungu foresaw that in early December the population of Kakoneni would be increased by 90 percent.
The evaporated do not know whether to be happy for women to Kakoneni or be convinced that I have had an idea of ​​hell.
But above all, at nine o'clock the party was already over and, to the delight of Kibonge, men uncorked Tusker Malt at the Safari Bar, watching West Ham-Portsmouth and doing every time a special toast.
"Long live the March 8! Long live our women! "

TAGS: Nonno KazunguDonna KenyaSafari BarRacconti KenyaWomen Kenya

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