The Farm Visit
I had been going on about how I couldn’t wait to go to the farm and see the current developments. To visit, we did. Although my baby sister pulled out, it was an awesome trip all together. Got to hang out with the parents, get some tips from them as with regard to our responsibilities and all. Which I thought was quite important because the main reasons parents work so hard is to make sure that their offspring lives comfortably
truth? When they’re doing all this good work, they expect that the offspring (children, in-laws, grand children) will be able to manage that which they have worked so hard for when they’re not there or when they are and not as able as they are now.
I felt like that was what the trip was about. It was about exposure to what my parents have put their blood and sweat in to. To show us that this is ours and yours. It’s our responsibility to make sure that we manage it well, after all it’s ours and we’re the one to reap the benefits from it. I love parental advise, especially advise that makes me become a better person and know a little more about myself, my family and what they expect of us. It’s always an eye opener and makes me look into the future. You know more like give you hinted on how to connect the jig saw pieces of the puzzle.
The farm is like a maze, hence the name. It felt like one especially now that they’ve made a makeshift entry. Yeah we grow miraa (aka khat) among other things in the farm. You can see the mode in which they are transported and the speed is insane, you’d think they’re transporting some extremely delicate produce. Those drivers have a rally of their own every few hours so woe unto you if you’re on their way, they’re worse than psv drivers. They can really harass a driver, the tailing, overtaking, flash lights. Then there’s my aunties duck. The thing that crossed my mind when I first saw it was “duck face”. That made me attempt to do it, and whoever started this “duckface” pose is a winner. Is it that it makes one look prettier or what?
If there’s one person who loves taking and being taken photos, it’s mother dearest and me of course by virtue of being her daughter. Her genes were pretty strong…lol. So we did some (ok, I’ve lied, a lot) selfies as we bonded and toured “the maze” and viewed the other developments. She’s an amazing tour guide, she knows her agriculture. It was so cold and windy that I only keep my coat off for the duration of the snap shot. My dad was having his chit-chat time with the elders, you always have to be in their right books there. I suppose that’s for every culture,
I had a photo session with the goat…haha. It kinda smiled and came a little closer to pose for it, and no, I am not kidding. I thought goats were afraid of people, not this one. Kept my distance though, I’m not that animal or pet friendly. That includes cats and dogs, I don’t see myself ever owning pets (I hope the boyfriend is reading this), they freak the hell-out-of me. The following day, breakfast was special, porridge. I haven’t taken porridge in ages, that’s what happens when you live alone, there are some things you just don’t cook. Only mothers can make you take this for breakfast, but it was yumm!
I also had some time to snack, read and listen to music. As I say, “some food for the tummy, mind and lots for the soul“. If you’re feeling low for some reason, this can be a good lift-me-up. Kind of works for me. That was my weekend in a nutshell. This was the main lesson learnt after meeting my parents friends while at the farm and hearing them talk about their kids. The pride they carry around because of you is unbelievable, sometimes, that is what gives them every reason to smile and feel alive.
Hope your week is closing in well? Thank God for life today because there are some who didn’t manage to see this week. My prayers go to our family friends who lost their mum. Life is short, let’s live it out to the best of our ability.
Signing Off ~~~ *Kawi*