Kevin Otiende posted his story on Facebook and revealed ‘the price of one Kikuyu girl’ and it was hilarious. Kikuyus have been named as one of the most difficult for the traditional steps. You see before you marry a Kikuyu girl, things must be done in a certain way, there is meeting the family, then the most important one known as ‘ruracio’. So, Kevin talked about his car entourage and how were they were told to leave their cars on the tarmac road but instead they decided to drive their 40 cars in the mud. His story basically talks about the hustle of doing a ‘ruracio’ while it is raining in Murang’a and it was certainly not easy.
Here is the story of the price of a Kikuyu girl.
Exactly one month ago, my phone buzzed – it was the notification of Ortis Dundo’s becoming the first man since Albert Einstein who succeeded to add me into a WhatsApp group. The group was an expedition to Koimbi, Murang’a County this past weekend. There are many trees there that made me miss Dedan Kimathi. Earlier, we had made a ritual stop at the Kenol Petrol Station to strategize on how we shall make our way. Half the men are part of the 1% of the population that can afford FOREMEN Shoes, a brand owned by Augustine Dundos of the powerful South Coast Family. It was here that I knew the ruracio was going to be lit – everyone was yellow. Add that to the fact that we were going to meet Muranga girls and it’s a Yellow Yellow affair.
You see, we are Luos. There were at least 40 cars in the entourage. None was a Probox. A Probox that tried to overtake the convoy veered off the road in unclear circumstances.
‘’You don’t want it to rain while you are in Murang’a,’’ someone warned us. Another had suggested we leave our vehicles by the tarmac, but they did not consult the first car in the entourage. So as soon as he turned left and into the slim Murram roads, everybody else followed suit in typical Kenyan fashion. In a few seconds, we all disappeared into the jungle. Reversing under the circumstances, was not going to be possible in a thousand years.
The rains started as soon as we entered the homestead. They didn’t even wait for the poor groom to choose his bride. In fact, he selected while being rained on and failed, ostensibly because the covered girls were also rained on and looked the same. The bride had a special perfume shipped in from France for ease of identification but it was washed away. All this happened as an old woman from the area tried to dance to Ohangla music. It was painful to watch.
Soon after the old men retreated into the home to negotiate. They couldn’t agree until around 9:00pm. It had been raining all this time, and Murang’a Murram was patiently waiting for us, and our expensive FOREMEN shoes.
There were about 25 vehicles ahead of me, and 15 behind me. I sat there watching as they helplessly skidded all over the place, some banging their sides. Like an unattended boy in Bukusu circumcision ceremony, I waited for my turn to feel the heat. The turn came, and the heat was felt. Out of nowhere like the Wild Wild West, an old man in gumboots showed up going car to car to advise them on how to navigate. And he literally succeeded.
One expensive Mercedes Benz failed to start. It didn’t help that it was owned by a Slay Queen, and the cars behind had about 40 men who in unison proclaimed they cannot leave one Slay Queen behind. So this group arrived in Nairobi 24 hours later, in solidarity.
In the wake of all this, we left that road well tilled for the planting season.
This is the price of one Kikuyu girl. This marriage must work because if otherwise, sending the young girl back there would be considered a crime against humanity.