You know that moment when you realize that that beautiful song you like, sung with a handsome voice is actually Chepchumba, not Chatuma? I’ve been singing along to Chatuma for over two months now! At one point I’m heavily disappointed that the name Chepchumba skipped me. I mean, I’m a Kenyan. That’s one of the names that’s likely to have won us gold, silver or bronze in international athletics. But, I’ll comfort myself that am not a Kale, coz if I were, shame. Shame….
At the same, time I’m pleased and amazed at the ability of my brain to hear and stick with such a name. Chatuma. It’s a name with attitude. Not the snobbish kind of attitude, but the kind with class. Probably a luhya or Luo name. Luhyas and luos tend to have names like that. A name that speaks masses and raises your expectation of the owner. And the owners never disappoint. They wear the name with pride and have that striking personality, that when they leave you wish you’d have made time stop for them to stay longer.
Chatuma to me, was that kind of girl. Mysterious, charming, classy. That traditional African lady with the leso covering her bosom and a matching leso as a skirt, the mini kinds. With her face decorated in some black powder. The kind Mercy Johnson would act as in a Naija Movie.
Now, I’ll have to change from that to Chepchumba. What should Chepchumba be like? Should I abandon my Chatuma?