The laid-back nature, birds chirping in merriment lending the still environment an unrivalled beauty. 

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It is the village, far away from the roaring automobiles, ambulances and rowdy touts calling incessantly to non-existent passengers. 

The village is beautiful in many ways. Yours truly will retire there at twenty-six, till land until people in the city make offers I can’t refuse. 

Here are some of the things that make it even more alluring; 

The abundance 

Make no mistake, whatever is in the village cannot be gotten elsewhere. You want sukuma wiki, you walk into your farm and pluck to your fill. Not the city. The mama mboga will count five leaves and that leaves you Sh5 poorer. There’s milk. There’s tea. And all these at relatively cheap prices. 

The purity of the air 

There’s indiscriminate dumping of dirt in the city and most towns. You can’t miss that familiar stench of rotting stuff, raw sewage…almost every place has these unsightly things at strategic points. The village is as pure as it can get, yet to be defiled by modernity and a mass of humans who may not be as bright as one wants to imagine. 

Friendliness of the people 

In the entire community, everybody knows everyone. You can pop into someone’s house unannounced and your host, in an ancient protocol (since the invention of tea) will prepare you a cup of rich tea. You may run into trouble and everybody is willing to help. Because they know they can count on you one day. 

The silence 

You could use some silence once in a while, especially in the city. If not matatus hooting it is the endless eerie sound of the meter reminding relentlessly that the city doesn’t like. Then the sound of an ambulance. Every minute someone in Nairobi is fighting for his or her life and is being rushed through the traffic gridlock. Not the village. People are darn healthy. 

Absence of beggars 

In the village, there are no beggars. There are people who are just a little unfortunate for a day. As a matter of fact, an ancient code necessitates that you hand him or her your last packet of unga, or your last meal so he or she can get the energy to look for more. We share each other’s burden which ensures that no one is out there with a bowl.

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