THE ARROR GRANDMOTHERS WHO TAKE THE MOTORBIKE BY THE HORNS
Photo/Arror Grandmothers on a motorbike
By Thomas Chemelil
KopJepkemoi looks ahead stoically as she holds the motorbike by its horns like an experienced Mexican bull fighter. Her resolute eyes focused on the road as if to dare the world to throw in any challenge on her.
Her bossom friend Kojemosop sits tightly as she prepares herself for the ride of her life to God-knows-where. She is oblivious of the phone camera clicking near her to capture the hilarious moment of the two dreamers whose courage is the stuff of a Hollywood horror tale.
I cannot help but think of the horror crash if any of them dares touch the ignition. However, I check my feelings as I ask loudly: Who am I to stop the grandmothers from their wild dreams?
KopJepkemoi looks fired up; it is as if her entire youth life in the years gone by had been brought back to her on a silver platter. Her eyes look nostalgic as she revs an imaginery engine.
For a moment, the creases on her forehead disappear magically as a broad smile breaks on her aging face. It is an infectious smile that elecrifies the atmosphere around her.
Elgeyo Marakwet County is indeed a wonderful place as Kura Kipkura will narrate to you in his tale of the firewood rider, one Faith Jepchirchir. When you add Kojemosop and Kojepkemoi, the tale goes full cycle through the generations.
Kopjemosop clutches resolutely on the motorbike frame as if to ready herself for the upward thrust of the Apollo II rocket to the moon.
Zeph Yebo Ng'ololin, we greatly thank you for the great tales from the fertile land of Arror where the oldest waterfurrows of the 18th Century still serve the community well.

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