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2:01 pm. My phone reads. The sun is scorching but we're all seated, patiently waiting. Waiting for that moment to arrive. A moment that most of the people here prepared very dearly for. It is evident that some of us don't really care about that moment. Some people are enjoying the choir that has been instructed to entertain the guests. They are dancing lazily because some of them are in our team. Some choir members are waiting for the same lunch we're waiting for. They are singing "mungu aibariki ndoa yenu". Ruth Chemutai & Abraham Kimutai's wedding that is taking place at #Salaba Academy, 20 shillings away from #Iten Town.

My brother - Abel - and I are scrolling through our phones. Someone watching us would think we are involved in the committee that planned this wedding. It looks like we're busy ensuring that everything is in place. We are not. We're keeping our minds occupied with the internet + Whatsapp texts so that our worms (we refer to them as inner colleagues) won't protest so much. My brother is chewing hungrily on Mr. Berry chewing gum so that he can confuse his inner colleagues even farther. I am busy taking pictures of the structure and designs of #Salaba Academy. It's an interesting view of the intelligence of the architect. Suddenly we are brought back to the events of the wedding when the MC says "... kakeeny' tany" - "they have slaughtered a bull".

Slaughtering a bull for any ceremony in the kalenjin land is considered the top most level of any kindness or prestige that has ever been witnessed. The decision to slaughter a bull for your wedding is a sign of kindness, hospitality, love, joy, peace and any fruit of the Holy Spirit that one can think of.

My brother is smiling. I know that he has already visualized the food.

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I decide to leave. It's now getting cold and dark and I should be near the town centre. There is more life and civilization there. I walk back and within 10 minutes, I'm seated at the #Iten Stadium. It's not as fancy as the ones we see on English Premier League but it's fancy in it's own way. There are cows grazing on small patches of rich green grass, fellas are playing volleyball on one side of the stadium and ladies are playing on the intelligently marked out football field. Yes. Ladies are playing soccer. I am marvelled by this rare sight and decide to concentrate on the match that is now at what seems to be the 88th minute of a full game, 90 minutes.

There is serious action at the left side of the field. I can't identify who are the strikers and who are the defenders. I don't know who is playing against who. This isn't like when men play. One team might take off their shirts for team member identification when the game is on. This isn't the case. I'm confused here. I don't know which team to support. Despite this, I'm happy to see children cheering. They must be the children of the players. The players must be their mothers. Everything is heated and while some children are cheering at the edge of the field, others have joined in the match. They're helping their mothers score and this tells me that the match is at it's last minute.

Suddenly, everyone stops. It's 90 minutes. The match is over. Without much celebration, the players stop the bee activity in the field and start leaving the field towards their children. They had come for a refreshing match but it's now over. It's time to leave and go resume their house duties at home. It's time to start thinking of what to cook for their husbands and children. A number of them leave with the children while the rest head to the market that is 2 minutes away from #Iten Stadium. This is where most farmers' products end. It is where they buy & sell vegetables, maiza, beans, bananas, peas, potatoes, tomatoes and many other farm products. It's where they'll get most ingredients for their day's last meal.

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I decide to change the view, to a warmer place. A different view from the cold one I'm on. I walk through a path with bushes of average adult human height. I see a different path separating from this, a path that seems to be commonly used. Grass on this path have been dried up by what I can call local tourists. As I approach what seems to be my next view of the escarpments in Iten, I hear voices. Happy voices of teenage girls greet me as I enter this rocky view, dotted with 1 spot of shade. I greet the girls and take a position at the edge of this warm and sunny view point. I can now see more of the rift-valley,  I can now see more civilization down under me.

There are farms, filled with different crops and plants. Passion fruits, nappier grass, bananas, pineapples, groundnuts, avocados and various vegetables. This is usually the maize season but none of the farmers has been lucky with the god of rain. This explains the large but dry farms spreading through most of the land on this floor of the rift-valley. Brown farms are all over, screaming to the god of rain, to be merciful and shed his tears on them. Maize seeds are probably still underground, waiting for the rain to fall so that they can germinate. Beans seeds are luckier because they've already germinated but the lack of rain has shrank them.

Two young men walk to this view. They greet me then move much closer to the edge and gaze upon the valley. I think, they must really be enjoying this view but once they start conversing, I realize I'm wrong.

"How are your beans?" One asks the other in Kalenjin, the native language.

"They've grown but are really dry right now. I had started weeding but decided to stop because there are no signs of rain this season." The other replies.

Without much talk, they leave. Their faces are painted with disappointment, not anger. Disappointment. I'm left wondering why they're disappointed and not angry. I think for a moment then I conclude that maybe they should have waited for the rains before they laid the seeds. Maybe they are disappointed in themselves. Maybe they're disappointed that they're not good farmers, something that is expected of them by their loved ones. Maybe they're disappointed that they'll let their families down this season of farming. They are sad.

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I'm feeling fine !
This is one of those moments that anyone who lives outside of #Africa wishes for on Christmas.
The views I'm enjoying right now are breathtaking! Vast land spread from 0 to 180 degrees of my eyes' view: the enormous and windy Rift-Valley. Giant clouds are crawling through the 3:33 PM #Kenyan highlands sky, a sky that is filled with ghosts of the #Kalenjin ancestors' in form of midnight-cold breezes; breezes that roam the #Keiyo land ... inspecting how each piece has been used for farming. This is just but an outskirt of #Iten, The Home Of Champions.