So, let’s assume I have forgotten everything up to this part
of the dream. It starts with an advert of how this water company has brought
water to our village, ocha where I come from. This boy, with a baby tired
around his neck is standing by a large mass of water, smaller than a lake (aora). He sighs and takes the cup, not
bucket, he was sent with to fetch water. I always question illogical things in
my dream, but then I let this one go since it’s an ad.
(http://www.theroadscholar.net/Fairbanks.htm )
As the boy enters the village, there is the whole 3D thing
of the grass-thatched rooftop getting electricity-lightning effect and
everything in the homestead all of a sudden is brightly illuminated-think
fluorescent bulbs.
(just continue with the story okay? Questions later)
I enter one of the huts that us boys chill out in and there is this
relative, those who are always there with Dani till u consider them family,
sitting and taking it all in. He asks me if it is possible to get water, like the way Dani did. I tell him
yes. He then tells me how long a process he fears it is. I insist that most of
this was done by my granny herself without help from her sons in Nairobi.
‘All you need to do is go to the offices, tell them you don’t
have water, and fill the forms then follow up’. I am being honest since his
face has a 'government doesn't give a crap' look.
After him getting my point, he takes a guitar and starts
strumming, no sorry, plucking a Jeng’(Luo) tune and starts singing a beautiful, beautiful
song. My granma walks into the room and I tell her how I have tried convincing
this guy that the procedure is not hard. She nods in agreement.
‘Tell him granma,’ so
she takes the guitar and starts singing to the same riff and hers is all
drawly(like the way grandmothers sing) but really sweet and as I wonder what
will happen to our two tunes, the other guy joins in a chorus with his previous
tune and I jump in elation.
Kina my bro, Val my cousin and an uncle of mine (I figured who he was after waking up) can be heard entering the boma. So, I walk out of
the hut to tell them to shush and come hear this awesome new song by Granny. My
young uncle walks in and before I ask him, picks a guitar (perks of a
dream) and starts singing a low ‘second verse’. And stops halfway.
He thinks it doesn’t fit in. I tell him to continue, ‘it’s
perfect! After that the chorus blends in perfectly well...’
Then I wake up. I check the time. It’s 8 o’clock. My class
starts at 8.30 a.m. Am late, but that tune plays in my head. Until I start typing
this. Crap!
Good morning!
bc
The closest I got to a hut with lights
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