Chapter 6: The Heat on Buzina
Meanwhile the sun was starting to heat up and some nsenene were warming up from hibernation and were starting to fly. This time, the whole of Buzina hill was decorated with white, blue, red and all colours of clothes worn by nsenene pickers. The best nsenene pickers were all busy searching the grasses and overturning stones and the worst pickers were all over, running after flying nsenene. This was done by mostly children who were very impatient to search the grasses satisfying the common saying that Africans believe in what they see. They kept chasing the flying nsenene and sometimes lost their chases to flying black and white crows and other birds which would intercept and swallow the flying nsenene mid air and the chasers were left cursing. The sun had just come up but Rwameiru was already dripping. With a very big smile showing all his milk-white dentals and his bright eyes put more light on his black face. He was by far the blackest of all the people in the area and sometimes called a Mukooko. At school some children called him Nalongo’s bastered but he was never bothered about the matter. He was there, completely lost in the chase for flying nsenene but as always it was hard to win the war against the drones. The kings reigned high but Rwameiru also grabbed what he grabbed. However for those that searched the grasses, their patience was always paid handsomely. Nadia, as young as she was, beat up all her peers and most of her superiors at picking nsenene. If she ever sat in one place, she would never leave a leaf unturned. And she would always leave the hill with more nsenene in her buveras than twenty people combined. Her mother would never ever let her go to school on a nsenene day. She had missed a number of classes, exams and Sunday services to collect nsenene for her family. She had always educated her peers why she always picked more nsenene than them but most of them always forgot the lessons right after the lectures. Nadia was there busy turning grasses with friends all around her. She knelt down on her feeble knees and planted her arms into the wet grasses as she searched for Nsenene. Her knees and dress were all wet with the morning dew. She was saying, “Yeyizire” every after a few seconds of searching and her friends kept looking at her whenever she said “Yeyizire”. Nadia was picking more nsenene than everybody else in her group. Her friends too bent down to search the grasses for nsenene but the best of them would pick one nsenene in about five minutes yet Nadia would be gloating with more than twenty nsenene in the same amount of time.
“How do you get so many nsenene Nadia?” her friends asked.
“Nsenene also feel cold and look for warmth, and that’s why they hide until the sun comes up,” Nadia explained but was always interrupted and challenged by her notorious students. “Tell us why then they hide in the wet cold grasses with too much morning dew. Don’t they feel cold there?” asked Norah, her friend. But Nadia was as bright as her eyes and she could answer all questions convincingly, timely and accurately. “You see when they hide in the grasses; their wings blanket their bodies and also because the ground is usually warm and they also take advantage of eating on the grass while they hide from the cold. So if you want to catch more nsenene than others, trust in the grasses, turn them seeing what lies on the ground. And that’s how you catch many nsenene faster and easier.” Explained Nadia