Exhausted by the traffic of the Ngong and Naivasha roads, we turn blindly onto a side track. Whither, thither, and wherefore?
The setting is the north side of the Rift Valley, the Mau Escarpment, where a field is being prepared the hard way.
The town below is Kijabe. We won't get there.
Instead, there's a quiet lane through this softwood plantation.
What, ho! Shall we call it a Canadian farmstead? Could almost be.
The church is awfully bare. It's important, however, the missionaries who established the church also acquired he surrounding land, which the missionaries divided into parcels and gave as fields or shambas to the church's Kikuyu parishioners. Go back before the missionaries, of course, and the land was already in native hands. It's called shuffling the deck.
We stop in a plum orchard. A few sheep look around.
Here's the original house on this parcel, which has subsequently been subdivided among the children of a very large family.
The father is buried on site, as his children plan to be.
One of the children, who has a job in Naivasha, is building a retirement home for himself.
Water is abundant, both in a local creek and in this well, 90 feet deep.
The land slopes down to a creek, then up to the ridge, where the highway to Nairobi runs. Soil erosion? The owner denies it strenuously and explains that the soil is porous enough to absorb what falls.
Footpaths wind through the property so neighbors can use the shortcut up to the highway.
You can see one there.
What have we? Potatoes, one of many crops, everything from carrots to trees for timber.
The patches are very small. The owner himself hires laborers to do the work. A half-day's work earns $2.
A pool in the creek.
