Funny how the mind plays tricks of relativity on you..Nai suddenly seems like this huge metropolitan city bustling with life and perpetual activity...Ok atleast compared to Meru, where i spent the better part of my weekend. It was just a few weeks ago when it seems like this tiny excuse for a town when arrived from Montreal.
At meru i enjoyed the simple timeless pleasures that are make up country life - taking long walks with the folks, up and down the tea farms, dropping in on folks uninvited and getting welcomed with mounds of steaming irio and chai, and jus lazing o the grass refreshed by the fact that there are no phones ringing, no hooting matatu drivers, no paperwork to attend to, and no annoying Spanish- translated soap on tv to endure through.
Ok granted, this doesnt sound very exciting, matter of fact these are THE exact reasons i hated shaggs so much a few years ago.
I enjoyed it nonetheless.
Herbal Chicken soup (with real Mitishamba, none of the fake marketting ploys currently rampant in the city), Mayai's (as organic as they come), full cream milk fresh off the udder, Bioled Kienyeji kuku, Yams ; all while listening to my 80 year ol grandfather: it dont get no beeetter(a la cassiddy).
My granddad crib what ive always liked to think of as the as deep inside the bundus as you can get. So distant from this civilization that we have become so accustomed to. One of the places where TV will be the next big thing some decades to come. No stima, no phones, no running water.
Or so i thought. Shock, as the kenyan lingo dictates, be on me. I watched in pleasant surprise the electric poles and wires spanning far into the heart of Mbwinjiru village. The cell phone phenom had perpretrated relentlessly as well.
Whoever said meru was the pothole capital of Africa can meza a wembe. The roads are IMMACULATE. Atleast most of them are. Super impressed with my Home town...enyewe i am being shameless. I cant ati suddenly rukia theplace i disowned half of my childhood now that its looking up. Mytrue home is NAiroberry.
One love.
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