Directions to our village

First and foremost, you must know that if you are coming from the capital city of Nairobi, you have no choice but to prepare yourself mentally for a seven hour humpy-bumby murky muddy rough ride to the destination of Shamakhokho. In the Mbukinya/Msamaria mwema bus, do not make a mistake of sitting next to a 4-10 year old child. They will spit up on your attire.... Ok lets assume you've traversed through the tormenting, tiresome and toiling terrain. You probably want to know where exactly this Shamakhokho sub-location is... lol take ease. You will see a lot of women selling chicken/ Ingokho and roasting maize across the bus stop.

Upon alighting from the bus, you will see a large crowd of men on bicycles a.k.a bodabodas. My good friend from Nigeria calls them Okada. Anytime when someone alights from Mbukinya/Msamaria mwema bus, the cyclists madness will begin. They will show you their riding prowess by cycling so fast upto where you will be. They believe that the first person to arrive will be the first person to be chosen. So when you see them cycling in a power rush towards your direction, do not attempt to run away.. hahaha they will follow you.

Lets now assume you never ran and you picked on one acyclist to take you to our village house... uuuum... you will just tell them to put you at a school called Erusui. It will only take twenty minutes. You can never get lost once you alight from the bodaboda. On your right, you will see a baber shop. Follow it... just gooooo... you will see a bridge. Cross it carefully. If you fall, you wont reach the waters... no. Crocodiles are always ready with their mandibles open. Most women cross the bridge with a pot of mushrooms on their head, a child on their back, sugar canes on their right hand and chicken tightly wrapped by the left arm just below the arm pits. My my grandma said its a trick they use to balance on the bridge. Hahaha

After the bridge, you will see a demolished house studded by epitaph signs and very tall grasses. It is said the owner of the house was a witch. People stonned her to death. And in retaliation, she came back inform of a snake that whoever passes the compound and makes a single sound, will have rattled her spirits and may suffer an early death. Just after the haunted house, you will see a sugar cane plantation. Follow it... then goooo.... where you will hear a smell of ugali, Kunde, nderema, and the king of all meals Ingokho!!! that is exactly our village house. So... are you still interested to come to our village?