You’ve probably heard it before.If you haven’t you are about to. Somewhere west of this sovereign nation of Kenya lives a people within hills not high enough to be mountains; but low enough to be highlands. There at the bosom of these hills, a tribe called Abagusii dwells, calm and composed. It goes by intact in its state, almost indifferent, like it had no other choice but to be what it is, where it is. Yours truly happens to hail from there. Yeah, someone played pinky pinky ponky and that is where the finger pointed- also not much of a choice.
While we are known for many things, one subject persists, it is almost always the conversation starter whenever you introduce yourself as a Kisii to strangers Continue reading “BEING KISII-Why we run at night”