GIZA(Swahili for darkness)DARK HILL VALLEY 2

The rains had not fallen in the valley for months now, the once ever green marsh lands that were the life line of the livestock were no more and all that was left of the once beautiful land were dried up trees that stood no chance against the mighty winds that from time to time would blow them straight out of the ground, and as each tree fell to the ground the loud thumping they produced started to sound more and more like cries, and wailing, pleas of mercy from the trees to the mighty wind begging for mercy but to no avail, soon no tree would be left standing in the valley.
The drought brought with it death, a foul stench had taken over the village it was so intense that even dogs that roamed the village had taken to their heels, about a kilometer away from the village was the burial ground for all the livestock that had succumbed to the drought, large holes had been dug to burry the animals  but late at night the animals would be dug out by scavengers who were also looking for food to feed on during this dry season , the villager’s at the beginning had tried to rebury the carcasses but eventually they grew tired of doing the same work twice and now they just threw the dead animals out for the wild animals to do with them what they wished. The once majestic village of Kamano was slowly becoming a ghost town.
  Rakeri had taken her clay pot to the lake to see if she could get a few litters of water from the now dried up lake .

That provided countless villages with water, the heat was intense the ground felt like hot coal on her bear feet, but she had no other option but to soldier on to the lake hoping against hope that she would be lucky enough to get at least enough water for her young siblings to drink. At the lake she met countless women and girls  from neighboring villages with tin’s and cans trying to draw a few drops of water from the few remaining streams that were dripping water, but she could clearly see that all they were getting was mud and sand.
She set her pot down, and decided to wait her turn to draw water, next to her was a young boy less than two years old his mother was one of those struggling to get water, his lips were cracked up and bleeding he had not had anything to drink for days, he struggled to get up, but his weak legs couldn’t carry the weight of his body which was ironical since all was left of his body was skin and bones, she could see the pain in his eyes when he glared up at her, she turned the other way to hide the tears running down her face her heart broke and a great sadness came over her . Soon it was Rakeri at the stream she rushed out to fetch her water hopping she would have more luck than her predecessor’s, she struggled for hours to get clean water, but she came out empty-handed.
She had no idea how many hours she had spent bent over at the stream, but as soon as she tried to get up she realized that the heat had taken a toll on her, she immediately fell to the ground dew to extortion,

No one was around to help her back on her feet all the women had taken off before the afternoon heat had caught up to them, she lay their for hours helplessly waiting for the cold grip of death to come reunite her with her father. Her eyelids grew heavy, and she could no longer keep them open, the curtains were closing in on her she was certain this was the end as she closed her eyes one last time.
“Wake up girl! Wake up now” a loud voice called out to her, the language was one she had never heard before she was certain. She was dreaming, she tried to open her eyes to see what was making this sound. A tall Shadow loomed over her entire body the rays of the sun hindered her clear vision of the person standing over her all she could see was the outline of what she could only describe as a gigantic creature towering over her , then out of no where she felt a cooling sensation all over her body, water dripped from her entire body she jumped up to her feet in shock, now she was face to face with her giant, pale skin, blue eyes silk hair, and his clothes covered his entire body unlike those she wore, she run and hid behind a rock shaking with fear of what she had just seen, she took a sneak peek to see if whatever it was, was still around.
“Don’t be afraid of me please come take some water you need it,”but the language he spoke was aliened to Rakeri the only language she knew was her mother tounge, it took a while before one of the boys from the neighboring villages who was accompanying the visitor could explain to her who he was, the term he used to describe him was MOTHOGÓ

(kikuyu for white man)he explained that he was among a group of men who had come from the sea in large houses (boats)and since he had a little understanding of the language they spoke they had chosen him to interpret, and show them around the valley.
The young man went by the name Njogu(elephant)
he was well-built, he spoke with a smile on his face, and he stood leaning on his spear as he watched Rakeri struggle to comprehend what he was saying, soon after he was called upon by the visitor, they seemed to whisper something to each other then point towards the village,and on their horse’s they made their way along the path that lead to the village leaving Rakeri in a state of bewilderment, she slowly followed them hiding behind anything she could find until they got to the village.
The reception at the village was no different from the one the Muthogó had gotten from Rakeri, it took hours to explain what and where he was from and soon after the villagers welcomed him with open arms to the village, with him he brought all manners of things, but the one thing that the villager’s were interested mostly in was the large barrel’s of water that he had on his horse’s.
Rakeri stood at a distance as she watched the visitor, unlike the rest of the village she was unwilling to accept anything from him, she watched as he went from one hut to another as if studying the lay of the land and as the sun set he made his way out of the village leaving behind his gifts as a sign of appreciation for the welcome promising to return .

PEACE ☮️ (prt1)
The night had rolled in over the lake, bringing with it a threat of downpour. The air was still, heavy and thick clouds blotted out stars. The once blue sky transformed into a vast expanse of jet-black. The sea glistened, mirroring the dazzling assemblage of the pale white moon. The moon was a wraith-silver disc hanging in the lonely sky. Lasers of moonlight, as bright as diamond-flame, turned the lake a-glow like melted platinum. The waves were a-glitter like curved scales. The faint wind brushed against the water’s surface, the ripples ruffled the stillness of the surface and shattered the reflection.
All the livestock had come in from the fields and could be heard chewing on the card, the goats let out a faint bleating sound as if in constant communication with each other, the cheerful laughter of the young children had faded away as the sun faded away bestowing its responsibility of lighting the sky to the moon and stars, a fire crackled faintly giving out a deem yellow light that illuminated a group of old men shielding themselves from the harsh cold, wrapped in cow and goat hides that had been skillfully made into coats by the women of the village.
This was not a normal occurrence in the village of Kamano, but the village elder, Kanodu had called a special gathering of the entire village, next to him was a large cow hide that seemed to be alive but on further investigation, a small girl could be seen peeking out of the thick cow hide this was his daughter, Rakeri he always kept her close though she always found a way to escape his strict supervision but on this particular occasion all members of the village were bubbling with anxiety to find out the reason why they had been called from their dwellings even the adventurous Rakeri was keen to find out the reason for her father’s impromptu meeting.
Kanodu cleared his voice bringing the entire gathering to a pin drop silence, all the attention was on him now, “my people, my children, my family you must all be filled with questions as to why I have called you here, well let me put your minds at rest, we as the people of Kamano are faced by an inevitable danger, one that none of us would have predicted or seen coming apart from the great seeing Gatonye of Dark hill , I recently took it upon myself to scale the dark hill and pay tribute to the great seeing prophet my expectations being to bring back news of our continued tranquility and peace in this great land but all that I bring back is a warning from the prophet, as soon as I had offered my sacrifice to the gods he turned to the great mountain to consult with them and as he turned to me his face had turned dark and a cold expression was all I could see on his face and his voice which is known to be louder than the Thenge war horn was low and shakey as he said,” my great leader for years your people have called this valley their home but this is to be no more for I have talked to the gods and they tell me of a great fire, they tell me of how our women will scream in anguish as they moan the deaths of their young ones, they tell me of our young men taking to arms against a most powerful adversary who will show no mercy he will take those who survive his wrath and their fates will be worse than those who will die on the battlefield our homes will be turned to ash our people will be scattered across this great country, but one will survive and will be the last remaining sounding song of the once-great village of Kamano.
Once Kanodu was done no sound could be heard from the people of the village since they all had witnessed the power of village prophet time and time again and they knew that his wisdom of the events to come came from the gods themselves, they all took to their huts and though they said nothing the expressions on their faces spoke volumes, fear had now taken over their ever cheerful personalities and at the time they had no understanding why the gods would send evil upon them since they always kept the ways of the gods.
The night went by faster than usual and as the sun rose the words of the prophet haunted the villager’s thoughts, caution was constantly preached to the you boys who went out to graze the livestock and to the young ladies tasked with fetching water from the lake they were warned against going beyond the perimeters of the village and to always find their way back home before darkness creeped in. The seasons came and went, as one moon gave rise to a different form of moon and slowly they forgot what had been prophesied to them but one cold evening as they slept, a loud moaning was heard coming from Kanodu’s hut but before they all could make it to the hut they weremet by news of the death of Kanodu, sadness gripped the entire village women could be heard from miles away moaning and screaming even the men could not hide their sadness over the passing of their leader but little did they know this was to be the beginning of the prophecy of Dark hill .As it was tradition a new leader was voted in and was now in control of the village ,as the new elder he would inherit all the belongings of the past leader even the wife of the previous leader was take by the new chief of the clan and for a few more months the village carried on with no knowledge of the events occurring all over the country, events that would soon find their way deep into the valley that they had called home. They planted and harvested their crops women have birth and increased the population of the village. The young boys and girls were now women who had undergone the initiation right of their ancestors, but high above the Dark hill where the prophet could be found a dark cloud gathered and slowly covered the village a sure sign of the impending dangerous that was to befall the village.

Principium(the beginning)

Just as most of us here I have no formal training on how to write a blog or even what to put in my blog but I have chosen a topic which might only prove a little difficult to me the art of storytelling where I am from is an away of passing down the knowledge of past events it is a way of preserving the knowledge of those who came before us it is no simple task to narrate a simple story I know this but I choose to take up the challenge and make the best of this opportunity I have gotten so sit back relax and let me take you on various adventures, hope you enjoy each and every one of them