All Chapters of The Long-lasting Tree : Chapter 11 - Chapter 16

    He stood by the window watching the sun sink into the occident. The yellow flickers coruscated his face giving it a new form of brightness. He liked the rays because of their yellow brightness, though he knew darkness would soon eat up the clear atmosphere and his dazzling face would soon be dark and fading. He would be parting ways with the sun. He gazed at it and the signs of a fading beauty, beauty that had once struck his heart crept into his mind. In the sulky long night, he would neither see nor hear of it again. He felt rancorous with darkness - it would separate him from what he loved dearly. But he knew that even on that day when thick darkness would come upon him and cover his soul, body and spirit, the sun would continue to shine. And that was all he wanted, that the sun may continue to shine upon his people.     He was still looking at the sun when Nyarari came over and stood beside him. She was in the nerves but pretended to be watchi

       It was an all-merry ground at the Osayos. At one side of the homestead, young women dressed in owelo (traditonal dancing skirts made of sisal) and tops made of banana leaves harmoniously sang dudu (a native folksong sung by women) in the accompaniment of nyatiti, orutu and other traditional instruments. At the other side, young men cavorted about performing Ohangla and other native music.        When the much-awaited guests arrived, all the people made welkin rings and ululations as they rushed to meet and welcome them home. The women carried their bride and the men their bridegroom and moved about bestowing laudits on them. Some older men too gambolled about making utterances of praise in the native spoken word format called sigiya.        After the shoutings had died down, young men performed the traditional Sikwomba and Ohangla dances. Afterward, women lined up themselves in front of Agola'

       Okayo stole glances at the wooden sofa sets, large stools, and floral decorations inside Omolo's house. He wondered where it all came from. They were a rare thing in the countryside. He could now almost conclude that there was an immeasurable amount of wealth in the church. It was not his first time witnessing such a glamorous setting in the house of a clergy; he had seen it in Pastor Ken's house back in Kisumu Town. He thought about it for a moment. Was the church an effectual money-minting organisation camouflaging as a free solace workshop? Why were the clergy leading lavish lifestyles while their followers begged and toiled hard for bread like mendicants?        "I liked the sermon," Nyarari interrupted his thoughts. "Did you?" He did not reply immediately. "Did you like it, Johnny?" reiterated Nyarari.        "I don't know. I was just thinking about something else when you interrupted."