CHAPTER 1
A SINGER OF SONGS
Njoroge stared at the expanse of the land stretched before him. There were valleys that surrounded the land, each harboring the lush green tea that grew in the highlands of Nyeri. There were cattle grazing in fields, crow of chickens and a scattering of people on various farms picking tea which was to be taken, to the nearby Gachanja tea factory for further processing. Gachanja village was known for its exotic tea that was in high demand in Europe and north America. Most farmers survived from the proceeds of tea and homegrown crops like arrow roots, kales, avocados and corn. There were also so many sycamore trees that swayed beneath the gentle breeze and the slight breeze wafted across Njoroge’s face.
He glanced around his compound and saw the beehive of activities that were going on. There were so many women running helter-skelter with their colorful khangas and moccasin shoes. Other women were pounding grain to the tune of traditional music while their young ones were running around like chickens. At the corner there were many men sharing stories while devouring roasted lamb and the traditional kikuyu soup of lentils and yams. Everywhere he looked there seemed to be so much laughter, jubilation, celebration and it was in contrast to what had transpired for the last decade.
Waa…Waa…Waiawa.
Yes, that cry is the reason for this celebration. After ten years of barrenness, pain, ridicule and mockery god had granted them a baby daughter. She was named Wambui. Her name in the kikuyu culture symbolized a singer of songs. She had restored a sweet song in their family.
A song of laughter
A song of victory
A song of hope
A song of unity
A song of love
And most importantly a song of restoration…….
Reviews
Clear filtersThere are no reviews yet.