First of all asante sana to Veri and the mods for the ignore list option

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The last thread on this same topic "ukulima is sweet" was destroyed by one soulless cretin with not an iota of joy in his life that we are all familiar with. Even if he shows up on this one, he will be talking to the wind - at least to me - on anything I post

. Asanteni tena mods!
Christmas rainy season (Oct to Dec) is by far my favourite season in Kwiinya, especially when said rains don't fail. The countrysides turn a lush verdant green and the weather is very pleasant compared to the scorching sun and dust seasons.

If it were up to me, a 4WD double-cab Hilux would be the national car of Kwiinya. Every land owner, farmer and/or lover of our beautiful countryside in Kwiinya should have one if and when they can afford it. Nothing better than loading it up with provisions you are taking with you to the countryside home, stopping at a Rubis or Ola to fill up on petrol, check the oil and tyre pressure, pick up tree seedlings, before heading out swaaaaaaaa out of noisy Nairobi towards the villages.


Navigating through the hills, valleys and even the mud roads navguuuu with no issues whatsoever from this powerful vehicle. Sometimes on lonely stretches with the entire road and shimmering landscapes to yourself. Jamming to your mzikis. Isabeurifulthing ritru bit ritru bit.

My provisions are usually things like a 20L jug of bottled water to replace in the dispenser mashinani (you can't trust that harvested rain water for drinking purposes), perhaps a gas cylinder if the one there needs replacement, the usual groceries - coffee, sugar, cooking oil na kadhalika -- as well as lots of reading material (I find I do my most enjoyable reading while under the serene environment that mashinani comprises of.) No need to go with the ungas, veggies and nyamas and so on for obvious reasons. On the shamba everything comes to your plate fresh and/or just slaughtered. Oganic and very delicious! There's nothing tastier than that countryside organic food.

WIth the USB loaded with hundreds of songs (many from the Music-Interlude thread on this forum) and podcasts to listen to in the car, I'm all set to hit the road out of noisy Nairobi hittuuuuu. Driving on Kwiinyan highways is always interesting -- past the livestock, venal cops, crazy drivers in some cases and roadside hawkers. Always a delight for me. There's a certain joy that comes with getting out of your routines in the cities and having a road trip across our beautiful country.
When I arrive at the acres, the first thing I do is park the Hilux at my neighbour's ranch and sneak stealthily stilthuuuu slowly slowly so that the caretakers do not notice. By the way telling them in advance that you are on your way to the farm is the WORST thing you can do. Be unpredictable in your appearances so that they are always on their toes, not knowing when you will show up next, keeping things in ship shape order as a result. If you do the opposite then you are doomed. They will make sure the acres are ship shape before you arrive. They will then leave them to benign neglect as soon as you pack up and leave. Isasadthing, but that's just how all employees in Kwiinya are. Lazima you make sure wakae chonjo 24/7. To all you Statesiders with little ground experience in Kwiinya, there is one thing you need to understand and it is this. Huko majuu treating your employees with care and kid gloves is the norm and widely accepted. Employees dedicate themselves even more when you do so. Huku if you do that it doesn't work kapsa. They will think you are stupid and take advantage accordingly. Here the more you talk tough and bark orders accordingly, the more they respect and obey you. For those who want extreme obedience, I have seen one of my jiranis slap the taste out of one of his employees twafff right in front of the others for good measure, for full impact. That's when they will respect you more. I've never done it and don't recommend it, but I have seen first hand how effective it is. As Moi used to say,
mwabrika ni ghichwa ngumu sana. Translation; he only responds to physical pain, torture chambers and filthy cells. Hizo zingine ni upepo tu. He doesn't listen kabzaa. But I digress.
If I find all is in order I head back to the car and bring it in. If not, the caretakers are in trouble, buddies. Thankfully these days that is a rare occurrence.
https://i.postimg.cc/Gt533nW7/fergusonshower-1536x810-1-600x316.jpgOnce parked by the home and the farm gate is closed is when the joy really begins. Inspecting the fruit and timber trees, walking around with the godpapa hat on, ivory-tipped walking stick in tow (for pointing at things and threatening to beat up wayward employees as stated above). Gumboots ni lazima. Vacation mode has officially started. Planting the trees I have brought is supremely rewarding. Watching others you planted years ago blossom into huge sprawling ones is even more rewarding. Easy living at its best.
There's nothing as enjoyable as having a hot shower with solar heated water, off-grid. Or riding around in the pickup to retiree-neighbours ranches and catching up, getting tips and inspecting their farms, exchanging produce/honey and so on. Funnily enough most of us there are Nairobians or former Nairobians, so communing with each other is super easy.


With the advent of cellular towers everywhere and Safcom 5G routers, internet, TV and phonecalls are topnotch while there. So for those of you who love to work from home, you get to enjoy the best of all worlds in the serene countryside. I remember how during the mahandamanos in Kwiinya (that, as I predicted, went nowhere within a week or two and were quickly forgotten!) I would be watching teargas flying flyuuuuu on the TV screens in HD. Enjoying my millet uji in the sweet comforts of my mashinani living room. A very safe distance from the capital city, while the Gen-z's cried as they wasted time on the streets. Isanenjoyable thing.
Bottom line, nothing beats country life in rural Kwiinya for recharging and refreshing the soul. Total peace and serenity. Nature is the best therapy.
I've said it before, one of my favourite things to do is sit by the firepit with friends at dusk as the sun sets in the horizon. Inhaling the aromas of crackling wood and roasting meat as the stars start to twinkle above. Maisha ni kunjienjoy swinngh swaanngh!
Wacha nijipange to head on there kesho. Isagoodthing.
Ni hayo tu
Happy weekend to all.
Meezy
N.B. All pics borrowed