In our village, any canned drink was thought to be alcohol. When Otis came to pay dowry for our local church chairman's daughter, they carried canned beverages. When it comes to setting standards, Luo's do it differently. Having been used to taking soup and water during such events, just the gossip that sodas will be served attracted locals beyond our vibrant Wamunyoro village. We all thrived in hearsay on how soda harmonizes well with mchele na nyama. It was also in the public domain we won't be carrying plates and cups from our homes as has been the norm.
During offloading, Thanju and Kinogu were all smiles when they saw the canned drinks in dozens while those who don't irrigate their throats sunk into confusion. It was widely known both the bride and the groom didn't take alcohol until they both decided to catch up behind the pit latrine each sipping their favourite canned soda.
Diana a kid who calls the bride auntie was chasing a butterfly when she bumped on them and rushed hurriedly to the main tent where Kabiarû the local boring MC was sharing his stare jokes repeated for a while now. Villagers had even memorized them and could tell the next line. It was all fake laughter until a kid asked the to be mother in law; 'Unacheka?' Even before she could answer, Diana was there shouting; 'Auntie wanakunywa pombe nyuma ya Choo. '
A woman grabbed Diana and shut her mouth with her hand. A bitter granny at the back shouted; 'Acha mtoto aongee!' When food was served, despite alot of public enlightenment, only the visitors and local drunkards could get near the beverages. Seeing the local throat irrigators going for a can after another thinking is urban beer for the woke society, they knew it's done. Shame could be visualised on the hosts eyes.
During offloading, Thanju and Kinogu were all smiles when they saw the canned drinks in dozens while those who don't irrigate their throats sunk into confusion. It was widely known both the bride and the groom didn't take alcohol until they both decided to catch up behind the pit latrine each sipping their favourite canned soda.
Diana a kid who calls the bride auntie was chasing a butterfly when she bumped on them and rushed hurriedly to the main tent where Kabiarû the local boring MC was sharing his stare jokes repeated for a while now. Villagers had even memorized them and could tell the next line. It was all fake laughter until a kid asked the to be mother in law; 'Unacheka?' Even before she could answer, Diana was there shouting; 'Auntie wanakunywa pombe nyuma ya Choo. '
A woman grabbed Diana and shut her mouth with her hand. A bitter granny at the back shouted; 'Acha mtoto aongee!' When food was served, despite alot of public enlightenment, only the visitors and local drunkards could get near the beverages. Seeing the local throat irrigators going for a can after another thinking is urban beer for the woke society, they knew it's done. Shame could be visualised on the hosts eyes.