Garden customs
Everyone here in Nyahururu seems to be interested in gardening. Many grew up on a farm and have a vegetable garden. Some have a piece of land somewhere that they cultivate as an additional income. As a result, my garden is often inspected when colleagues are visiting. And in doing so, different customs become visible.
Recently, I could take part in a field trip to attend a discussion round among youth on the topic of gender-based violence. The local chief was very supportive of our activity and offered us to stop by his tomato field and pick some up for ourselves.
"Mister, where are you going? Nairobi? Maralal?" - "Hey John, you need a lift to Thomson Falls? Only 200 Shillings!" This and the like I hear when I walk through the town on Mondays.
The neighbourhood children come to visit me on Sunday. They ask if the strawberries are ripe. I don't know, so we go and check together.
It had been planned for a long time, last Wednesday I finally stood for a day in the bakery of L'Arche Kenya and demonstrated Ann and Maggy some of my favorite bakeries. We made pizza, apple pie, far breton, sablé and butter plait.
Shortly before the year ends, the department for communication and relations gathers for a team-building event. We meet in the garden of my little house and prepare lunch together. My contribution to the buffet is coq-au-vin.
Like last year, St. Martin CSA is running a fundraising campaign to support the project for people with mental illness and at the same time to make it known to the population. One of the campaigns includes a raffle sell with prizes like pans, gas stove, shopping vouchers, TV and a motorcycle.