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Muriuki emerged from his hut to smoke his pipe and watch the sky wan; a habit he practiced faithfully for decades. He yawned and stretched carelessly as he beamed his homestead. Aloof, he hearkened Mumbi- his fourth and youngest wife- rattle pots in preparing dinner as she sung, “I will fly away Oh glory, I will fly away.”“I wonder where she is always flying to… ‘Flying away, flying away.’ Monday through Sunday she is always flying away,” Muriuki chuckled and then spat. He sucked his pipe twice…See More

 After a week or so the men from Miruri village made their way out of the forest. They marched in unison as they sang songs in praise of Gikuyu and Mumbi. Mwangi led them, occasionally; he would break into a dance and the other men would roar in excitement. The men (warriors) wore nothing but loin clothes made out ofbuffaloes. Under each eye, the warriors had three strokes of blood sketchedcarefully. The blood was not theirs but that of their enemies. They stomped theirfeet as they slapped…See More

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