MY GRANDFATHERS MUSIC Great grandfather Owila the wise one, I have transversed the whole of Nyanza land, From the South where men spend their whole time in the lake casting their nets, And women spread their scaly legs in open air markets,selling sugarcane, To Port Victoria where they speak Luo and Luhyia interchangeably, I asked them who knows how to play Orutu and Nyatiti, That my great grandfather is bedridden and his only wish is to hear his favourite Orutu and nyatiti tunes, Those people full of themselves told me they only know the sound of Osogo Winyo! Great grandfather, I have climbed the hills of Nandi and entered the lands of Jolango Where black bony skinny men and women run half naked early in the morning, And youths,with bow and arrows, cut nappier grass to feed huge exotic cows with enormous tits, I asked them who knows how to play Orutu and nyatiti, Those people with white teeth told me they only know the sound of Taunet nelel Great grandfather Owila, I have traveled all the way to Narobi Buore I walked from Kibera where people live in mud houses and there are more feaces than toilets, To Runda where every house is fenced with electric wires and exotic dogs barked at the sniff of my presence,an alien, I asked them who knows how to play orutu and nyatiti, Those people of mixed races told me they only listen to foreign music, And mentioned to me strange names like Vybz Kartel and John Legend! Great grandfather, Since I love you so much,I did not get tired, I proceeded to the neighbouring land, Where the soil is red and from it light skinned women uprooted irish potatoes, Here,men,with cigarettes on their mouths,walk around selling merchandize that they hang on their necks, When I asked them who knows how to play orutu and nyatiti, These people who asked me how much do I have so that they can tell me who knows told me,tiga wana when I told them I dont have any money! Great grandfather, I criss crossed the country to a place where the land is dry and men,with yellow shirts and blue jeans wore white Reebok shoes, Their women,with ripe fundamentals, are rough in bed, When I asked them who knows how to play orutu and nyatiti These people who seem to have no sense of fashion told me they only know the sound of Ken Wa Maria! Great grandfather, I also went to Nam Chumbi A place where white men lie naked on sandy beaches, Men with white vests tie lesos around their thin waists, Women cover their faces with black bui bui When I asked them who knows how to play orutu and nyatiti These people who seemed not in a hurry showed me moving pictures of fat women moving their wide hips to Taarab tunes, That is the sound they know!
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