Travelling to the Bathroom of the gods

The lushness of Gusiiland

I travel to Kisii often. Every Kisii worth his salt travels to Kisii often.  It is my home. Somewhere within those green bushes that cover those tiny hills, my umbilical cord is buried. I am a country boy.  I feel happy and lapse into a stupor of inactivity, lack of deep thought and randomness every time I am at this place. Life is so simple and familiar. And food, there is always food. Visit a friend, they offer you food, or tea. Visit a relative, they start preparing something for you. Well, not always but you get the drift.