Amazing is all I can think right now.And you might just quip in and ask me what is actually so amazing,huh?I would say everything all around me is.What again?Yeah you heard me right< I meant everything all around me is amazing but most above is the God who made it all so wonderful.
Still not gotten my drift by now am sure.Truth be told,I don’t know how to relay this tale,whether to begin at the top or from the bottom?Never been much of a narration expert so I most definitely love to jumble up my tales,like throw in a lil sauce here and before the broth catches form, dice in a little carrots and apologize for them later on;personally I never understand how carrots come in in a cooked meal as Morena my friend would have me wonder.
But I believe a good narration whether true or fable has to start from the very beginning huh?So this has been one of those slow starts to a week that then picks pace and most often than not gets you thrown off-course due to an extreme build up in acceleration.
Before you know it,an unplanned(let’s call it for record’s sake a planned and failed) weekend sets in.Not that you are even ready for it as another call comes in.Soon your sleepy self has to drag out of bed Saturday morning and off you run to get more supplies as business depends on it;the little delights and blessings we most often than not take for granted.
Beautiful Saturday finds me stuck in traffic along the Eastleigh Juja road and a strenuous maneuver gets me to a more busy Kariokor route down through Pumwani maternity hospital.
Speaking of which,there was to be a brand new maternity facility set up after our new governor was so unimpressed with the then prevailing state of affairs at the famous hospital,I don’t know what happened to the same as we quickly forgot about it with the new SGR(standard gauge railway) saga that soon ensued piled on by a couple other scandals,leading us to change the face of our currency.Not complaining on this last endeavour as I must admit those new currency notes are quite appealing and totally manageable……especially when forced to carry bulk amounts,since not all of our marchants love the ease of mobile cell banking for that matter.
(I wonder why it takes us loads of shove and pull to totally accept change in this age and time),reminds me of a folklore I read years back that stated,”He who refuses change is like the stiff-necked hyena who knows not what is happening in the world around it leading to its unplanned sudden death.”
A quick one however,do you guys get confused when it comes to distinguishing the currency values especially when the old and new notes get mixed up?Looks more like miskd grill,sorry, “mixed” to me in most cases.Let us at this point give it up to our Head of state.I pray his grand plan works to the advantage of most if not all of us.I would be most comfortable with ‘all of us’ however,is it my call though?I highly doubt it.
See why I said am not one of the best narrators around?I always meet a dog barking at me along the way and I have to analyse why it is barking before I can decide to pick up a stone and throw at it or set to my heels,quite unsturdy of me,huh?
My afternoon sure ended with me running up and down looking for a discount of 10 ksh shillings in an economy where a cent can’t buy much.You might think me crazy or even too much of a miser but let me be,at least for today that is.Just so you know?Am an advocate of as little bargain jargon as possible but I guess even the sturdy mouse gets caught up in its own trap huh?
The day runs by quite fast and am set to take a drive down the escarpment but as it is by now,time is so far spent and with my un-carrot eating eyes,I don’t see much at night especially with oncoming glares from indisciplined commuters,forgive them as I already did and made peace with it.
I hence do a quick run through google,oooh sweet google,have they given you a nobel prize yet?You even know my middle name before I key it into the board,hahahah.On my google search for quick getaways around Nairobi I hit on this old checker from back in my campus days.
Here toggles onto my page this sweet Maasai place name called Olepolos(Olepolos means place in the middle and true to the meaning this place is in the middle of a serene eye catcher)The terrain around Olepolos is nothing but pure bliss,hill ranges amidst valleys of unrelenting green,a green that fills your heart with nothing but breathtaking peace.You know the kind of peace that even gets jealous of you being too peaceful to not bother it?Yes,that is the serenity within and around Olepolos.
It is a one and a half drive outside town due to unending traffic at Ongata Rongai and another slow pull through Kiserian town.If it wasn’t for the calling serenity on the end of this long haul you would sure turn back at Ongata Rongai you know?
I hope I didn’t turn into tripadvisor without my knowing but some beauties are too hard to overlook.My companion is not complaining in the least as they are all but set to escape the crowded city as well.Oh the price we could pay for peace and a breath of fresh air even for a second,go ask a dying man in a mask of oxygen!
The next day noon sets us on a windy ride down to Magadi.You would ask me what is good down at Magadi but in gest you would even miss what is good right before Magadi.
When is the last time you drove on a stretch that had nothing but acacia bindings and spread on both sides of the road?
Here the only reminder of life were single leaping antelopes before your eyes once in a while and in others the road signs showing cattle crossing or children crossing?When is the last time you stopped a car by the road side to ask for a lift as the next public transport would take another good half to one hour or even two?
This reminded me of one episode in my younger years;oh how they creep into my nostalgic quip so uninvited.This time we was about to go visit some relatives far away in the big city(town in this case).My big city back then in plastic (sandak) shoes and a khaki suit was the Major Kisii town;I will always love how they crowd your bus windows with boiled maize,roasted maize,sweet banana and fresh avocados with the best prices.Back then i never had a dyme to purchase a bunch of either of this.Thanks to God for provision.
So twist to those days of visiting folks in the big city was that we had to wait by the roadside,not for a single or two days but it did a number to three good days of waking up,taking a bath by the riverside,applying jelly and dressing nice for the trip.Phewks! How we managed that is only by God’s grace.
Well,this is the kind of drive that makes you appreciate the little delights we call hustles back in town of waiting for a public transport car/bus to fill up without a complaint as that would be 5-10 minutes!
A whirl-wind in the midst of the acacia spread is another good reminder that in this side of the world nature hasn’t been tampered with and is important as even beautiful.I get two passengers,call them little companions,both beautiful Maasais,one a lad reporting back to school and another who jokingly calls herself Maasai original (A typical Maasai) who is reporting to work at Magadi town which is my routed destination.
A little chit chat and stop for a quick photograph of the expanse of God’s beauty which is the beautiful white Lake Magadi gets us into this little beautiful town that even has a guard at the entrance as it is an industrial town.We are received with a very kind tour guide called Amos Ole-something,the name is a long one forgive me for not remembering.
Guess I don’t have quite a keen memory of names afterall.He tells us a little history of the lake and even explains the reason why despite several hot springs recharging the lake there is very little water to show for it.This is majorly due to an underground drainage system from the beautiful lake Magadi draining it into the major Lake Natron in Northern Tanzania kilometers yonder.
These two lakes as I learn later were joined as a single basin-like lake but nature happened.It is his suggestion and question to us whether he should take us deeper into one of the five lake segments and see flamingos and other birds that changes the tale.
Along the way he says he wishes our car would be a little more higher as he would have taken us beyond the groove.We settle for the flamingos and birds today,quite a display these birds are as they wade the shallow lake waters beyond.
A good 14kms wasn’t a waste after all as the view of the expanse of white across the lake is breathtaking.We strained through a man-made ridge drive across the lake but our return gets suddenly stopped when our now evidently low car gets stuck in the mix of soft gravel and soft stones.
Am almost tempted to complain when Amos Ole-someone tells me to relax,that we won’t sleep out here in the middle of nowhere(literally) and that there is always a reason to everything.
For a moment I ask myself if he even knew the depth of what he had just said as what it meant to me was a total restoration of faith and hope.Lady in red looks at me,smiles and tells me we shall make it out safe,today she was in black however,I think I like it when she is in red more,it brightens her already yellow skin(rangi ya thao) .
We push out a little stones and gravel from under the belly of the car and try racing the car off but it digs deeper.Coming into the open space a little lad was over the hills herding a mixture of sheep and goats and after asking Amos Ole-someone if he had seen his other herd gets to his herding.I ask Amos if he could ask him to come down help us push again.He obliges without question and adds in a little shove and push but the stubborn low SUV does not relent.
This lad says we should remove all the gravel and stone from under baby girl’s belly which in earnest is no easy fete.He rushes back up the hill and comes back with two chopped long sticks,thanks to his njora(machete) dangling beautifully in his side pouch.
He sets to task and lying on his belly shoves out one stone after the other.Without dripping a sweat he comes back up and tells us to try push the car.We do so but no sign of movement is visible.She was purely out to test our wits.I say a silent prayer,”Not by might,nor by power,but by your Spirit Lord,”From the far end of the ridge I see another tall lad walk in casually but briskly to where we was,to me this is not a small miracle as this place is quite deserted.No house in sight nearby and even seeing someone is close to an impossibility.
The other lad is busy under the car shoving out stones and with renewed energy we try pushing the car as lady in red replaces any little space left behind the sunken wheels with flat stones.A sweat is by now not only caressing the brows but the entire body and a heat of 35 degrees centigrades is sure taking its toll on our dehydrating bodies.
Multiple pushes and stone scoops and a long one and a half hours does the deal.The two lads walk away without asking for any payments after the car find its wheel.I look bewildered at them and call them back to pay them.The first lad having left his sheep and goats unattended rushes off with gratitude and I wonder at this point who should be grateful to who.The second lad walks casually back over the ridge with a calm face on and I look to the heavens in gratitude.
Surely God had sent me ministering angels at my time of need that they should lift me up lest I dash my foot against any stone.(Psalms 91:11&12 :- For He shall give His angels charge over thee,to keep thee in all thy ways.They shall bear thee up in their hands,lest thou dash thy foot against a stone.)
Still waiting for a miracle on the mountain?I got mine right here and to God be the glory.