10/01/2026
Part 1
Once upon a time, during their migration, the Babukusu and Masai would coexist with each other. In a place only remembered today faintly as Enakuti or Nabiratuku, perhaps in the present day N.E Uganda, there was a village occupied by Bukusu clans-people. There lived a man called Mukhwana who was the son of Sengeli and grandson of Kubia, Omukimweyi. Mukhwana was blessed with a wealthy life, having many cattle and a very large family.
One sunny afternoon, while resting under a tree, he was approached by a man- a stranger who was quite elderly. He welcomed him to sit beside him and the stranger went on that he was a fugitive in his land and needed a place for shelter, to live with peace. Being kind of heart, Babukusu siyanja barende (A people who loves welcoming strangers), Mukhwana would respond well to the strangerβs wishes. He acknowledged that their meeting was of a coincidence since he was in search of a male servant to handle chores within the homestead.
With great kindness, despite his advanced age, the elderly stranger took up the tasks; khukhwaya chikhafu , khungβilila litaala and khukhalanga kamalwa (frying beer) among others. Tolometi, his name was. He responded well to his duties, pleading to the host that his former life in Uasin Gishu was full of persecution.
On a certain evening, one of the wives of Mukhwana noticed something peculiar about this stranger. On his hands, he wore both enjabasi and lichabe. These were the very things that Mukhwana wore, symbolizing a higher social status. The wife confided in her husband that perhaps, the stranger tasked with doing lowly jobs in the homestead could actually be an elder. After all, anyone wearing enjabasi, ekhorere, epokoto, lichabe and ekutusi was regarded as omukasa. Mukhwana took time to investigate the true identity of their new servant. It was not before long that he encountered the same truth...
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