Painting - Kyle's Oil Paint
I have many stories to tell. I like doing a painting with a story every now and then. I feel that paintings tied to a story are more intense in the moment of creation because they bear the truth. They are a memory. They are like a file kept for years in the brain.
I was brought up in a Village called Thogoto in Kiambu County, Kenya. We lived next to three old herdsmen named, Muruthi, Karinda and Obed. My grandfather lived about 15 Miles away which made it far enough. We would visit him once in a blue moon. Nevertheless, we didn’t lack in the Grandfather department since we lived next to three Grandfathers.
Among them, the three grandfathers owned about 30 Cows. They had one big shed for all these cows.
As it would happen, they had two huge bulls among all the cows. They used to have tough fights once in a while. In those days I had no clue why these beautiful strong characters fought seasonally; today I do.
One thing I can never forget though is the scene of the fight. These fellows went at it like there was no tomorrow. They would chase each other all of a sudden and blow a lot of dust as they went for each other’s necks (Heads if you like). The sheer power of these two bulls was awe Inspiring. Every living thing would flee from the scene for dear life.
No one could separate them apart from the oldest of the three Grandfathers, Obed. He would just shout their names and swear by their Flesh and they would stop! “YOU TWO! NDEGWA and WANGOMBE! STOP THAT OR I WILL HAVE YOU TWO SLAUGHTERED FOR THE WHOLE VILLAGE TO EAT! And just like that, they would both run off in different directions.
I never figured how he could talk BULL. I have never figured how he talked Bull up till today! Yet all that Bull was in my mother tongue! Talk of meanings between the lines!
May 10th, 2019
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