I still laugh when I remember the day Omonya asked us to accompany him to go pay dowry. The whole concept of having to travel overnight by road was an experience in itself. “Tubebe vitanda?” one of us had made the joke! “Ntakuja na baiskeli yangu!” Another had leashed out. You of-cause know that picture that comes to mind as far as luhyas travelling up country is concerned. So this particular time, it wasn’t just luhyas travelling but the whole notion of we travelling with Omonya to the central part of the fertile luhya land, Vihiga, made us assimilated luhyas to a larger extent.
That day, we turned up smartly dressed in our African designs. From the Maasai shuka to the Swahili Kanzu. Njoroge pulled out a normal official wear while I decided to turn up in an expensive casual outfit. I had a blue checked short sleeved muscle shirt, black khaki pants and dark polo suede shoes. Like the ones found only at Jamia mall. We all turned up in our best appearances. The goal was to paint a picture in the eyes of our in-laws parents that their daughter was being married to a decent man. A man capable of offering variety to their daughter. Prestige. Security. That she would live happily thereafter.
I will skip the part where I tell you about how we showed up and couldn’t stop smiling all through. How our language was full of respect. Please, excuse me, May I, and thank you. I will even skip the part where I tell you about having had to stand up while greeting anyone who came to say hi and tell you about the things that matter.
Luhya women are beautiful. They are also loaded. I know the community doesn’t have much money traditionally but their women are loaded.
We did not have much time to interact with the girl’s mother but her father was welcoming. “So you are all from Nairobi?” He had asked us. Njoroge who was our delegated spokes person owing to his unique sales skills, had the best answers. We were certain he would sale our Omonya to them hence we would return with the price we sought to win.
“Omonya and I are from the city but due to the nature of our digital trade business, Munye is from Maasai land and Mbai from the coastal region” Njoroge responded.
“So what business did you say you do?” A man in the room asked
“Omonya is our coordinator.” Njoroge Started. “He handles digital communications. Munye manages digital customer service points and Mbai is a concept creator…” Njoroge said. If it was me, I would simply have said we are social media managers but thinking about it, you don’t want to start explaining to potential in-laws how you spend the whole day on Twitter, Facebook and claim you make money, enough to ask for their daughter in marriage.
While he continued to explain what we do, three young ladies brought food to the room. From the aroma, we could tell chicken was in front of us. Well cooked chicken. In that particular moment, every part of me came to life. I felt the aroma flow inside me as I inhaled and exhaled. I swallowed saliva and secretly licked my lips. The ladies were spectacularly wore African made vitenges but that isn’t where my attention was.
I watched as they brought food into the living room and went back. I read their steps and observed their moves. I smiled at their legs, the space just beneath their knees and ooh my, you should have seen them leaving the room. “God must have given them what he denied those women from central Kenya!” I thought. Their waist resembled the stake of a well fade ‘kienyeji’ chicken. Large and curvy. You could feel the moves every time they made a step.
Truth be told, our body part carry a message that we must focus on for us to decode the meaning of life, especially marriage. That while it is sweet, you must see and enjoy every bit of it step by step. That you must not hurry. Just like you enjoy biting off the meat in that chicken steak, you must enjoy every moment you share with your partner. Taking each moment step by step.