Am disturbed, distraught and upset with this current trend of paying to wipe soot 'Kuhura Mbiro'. Wiping soot is the happy ending after your wound is completely healed. In our days as ciumiri paying for this was unheard of, just how the heo do you pay the one who has been teasing you and killing you softly with the good, righteous and noble intention to wipe your soot. Lets start from the beginning.
Those days things and seasons worked like clockwork, the rains were never late and schools used to close for four weeks. December holidays was circumcision season, you had to cut, heal and wipe soot.
Week one.
After dipping in a cold river and facing the knife like a man, the young newly circumcised man would be escorted home by his supporter ('Mutiri') and housed in his new one room 10x10 house known as Cube and this is where the fun begun, yes it was meant to be fun. Once in your Cube you would be served enormous amounts of food being told that you are 'returning blood'. When i say food am not saying mchele and ugali, no, its mukimo wa njahi and ripe bananas together with lots of bone soup. imagine one 16yr old being served with a basin of mukimo.
Your mutiri would stick by your side to make sure you eat every morsel while at the same time continuing with the advice and lessons on being a mwanake. Occasionary he would peep down there to check on the healing.
Week two.
The Mutiri would start inviting other men of his age group to the Cube to come give you more advice, if you happened to be more than one Kiumiri in the neighborhood you would be gathered in one place for the life style lessons. These are the men who could discipline you later if they found you in the village playing girlie games and mixing with small kids. The volume of food is still the same and down there its healing nicely.
Week Three.
A new equation would be introduced into the mix, a beautiful young female, under the guise she will be helping Mutiri to serve you food. This girl would have other special instructions, to tease you silly, how was this achieved, by not sitting like a lady allowing you to see thighland and an occasional flash of panties, fussing over you like a baby rubbing brookside on your body by 'mistake'.
Well, as expected, every action has an equal and opposite reaction, the small man has a head and mind of his own and he would rise to the occasion disregarding the fact that he has partly healed knife wounds. You would try to hide this reaction but when the Mutiri came for daily medical check he would know as he would get specks of blood and hold of the girl for two or three days to let you heal completely.
Week Four.
Girl would come daily and sit at enticing positions leaving nothing to imagination, the Mutiri would conveniently vanish giving you a chance to wipe your soot which made you feel like The Man.
One of the lessons the Mutiri had drilled in you is that what happens in the Cube stays in the Cube, and 'Mundu mugi ndari mihere ya uhoro'
and thus the four weeks would end with a happy free ending..
Those days things and seasons worked like clockwork, the rains were never late and schools used to close for four weeks. December holidays was circumcision season, you had to cut, heal and wipe soot.
Week one.
After dipping in a cold river and facing the knife like a man, the young newly circumcised man would be escorted home by his supporter ('Mutiri') and housed in his new one room 10x10 house known as Cube and this is where the fun begun, yes it was meant to be fun. Once in your Cube you would be served enormous amounts of food being told that you are 'returning blood'. When i say food am not saying mchele and ugali, no, its mukimo wa njahi and ripe bananas together with lots of bone soup. imagine one 16yr old being served with a basin of mukimo.
Your mutiri would stick by your side to make sure you eat every morsel while at the same time continuing with the advice and lessons on being a mwanake. Occasionary he would peep down there to check on the healing.
Week two.
The Mutiri would start inviting other men of his age group to the Cube to come give you more advice, if you happened to be more than one Kiumiri in the neighborhood you would be gathered in one place for the life style lessons. These are the men who could discipline you later if they found you in the village playing girlie games and mixing with small kids. The volume of food is still the same and down there its healing nicely.
Week Three.
A new equation would be introduced into the mix, a beautiful young female, under the guise she will be helping Mutiri to serve you food. This girl would have other special instructions, to tease you silly, how was this achieved, by not sitting like a lady allowing you to see thighland and an occasional flash of panties, fussing over you like a baby rubbing brookside on your body by 'mistake'.
Well, as expected, every action has an equal and opposite reaction, the small man has a head and mind of his own and he would rise to the occasion disregarding the fact that he has partly healed knife wounds. You would try to hide this reaction but when the Mutiri came for daily medical check he would know as he would get specks of blood and hold of the girl for two or three days to let you heal completely.
Week Four.
Girl would come daily and sit at enticing positions leaving nothing to imagination, the Mutiri would conveniently vanish giving you a chance to wipe your soot which made you feel like The Man.
One of the lessons the Mutiri had drilled in you is that what happens in the Cube stays in the Cube, and 'Mundu mugi ndari mihere ya uhoro'
and thus the four weeks would end with a happy free ending..
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