Monday, November 2, 2015

JABER NYAR ANGALO


Indian Village Woman Carrying Water Pot - Wall Hanging


This girl Adhiambo, daughter of Angalo. Born to jaduong Onyango near the shores of lake Victoria where her mother Nyar Kamagambo was drying omena to be sold at the Sophia market.
She, Adhiambo was the pride of Angalo village, a true Luo beauty. Her eyes were sharper than a hawk's, always alert and ready. Her nose was as elegant as that tall building in the great Nairobi city called Hilton, at least she had heard of that one from Okoth,her neighbour's shamba boy; but she dared not talk about lest her father cane her like he caned her big sister Atieno who was found by their father sitting under the mango tree with Okoth.



She longed to see the big city which never slept although in a way she hated the fact that there was no brotherhood there; at least that's what Okoth had told her, that his uncle Ominarianda lived in a town called Korogocho (where only the rich lived); and he didn't know any of his neighbors apart from one mama mboga who supplied him with the energy giving  vitamin that was most popular among the rich. "He was the jatelo,  rich man of the city", said Okoth with  pride. "One day, i will take you to see the city," Okoth told Adhiambo. That was the day she begun falling in love with the shamba boy.



He wasn't that handsome like Ochuodho who sold omboto, mitumba shoes  down at the market.
Every time she thought of him, she felt hot and cold at the same time, eiih yawa! woi ni otieka, this boy is finishing me. One day when she went to fetch water at the lake, she had seen him washing his clothes while bended over. Veins were protruding from his hands like angry rills of water down a hill. His eyes were stern and obsidian, completely oblivious of his surrounding.



Ochuodho then raised his head and it was then that he saw Adhiambo staring at him. He was surprised at first but a sly smile begun breaking on his face when he saw how her heart was
beating fast. " Nan'go Adhiambo?" Punglu cried the pot as the ancient clay which she had borrowed from her brother's wife as it hit the sharp cobalt stones by the river side.