MY NYANDARUA – Then and Now
Nyandarua is my home. It is beautiful with gently rolling hills, extensive prairies, heavily wooded areas and plenty of rain. It is a land blessed with rich soil…
Nyandarua is my home. It is beautiful with gently rolling hills, extensive prairies, heavily wooded areas and plenty of rain. It is a land blessed with rich soil…
I have fond memories of growing up in Nyandarua back when it was a District of Central Province. Nyandarua is mainly inhabited by “new comers” who relocated from…
The people who came to Nyandarua after Independence to purchase land were fairly young and energetic, probably in their late 20s with the oldest ones being in their…
The colonial masters had dealt the entire country a blow with their “Divide and Conquer” strategy. Every tribe was made to fear, and be suspicious of the next…
My home is OlKalou, now the Headquaters of Nyandarua County. I am a second generation Nyandaruan, my parents having purchased their piece of land in the mid 1960s.…
My siblings and I were not always proud to tell people we were from OlKalou, but dont worry, we have since repented. With our Kikuyunized accent, we all…
Before scientists warned us of Global warming, my parents and other OlKalou farmers already knew something unusual had happened to the weather patterns they knew and experienced in…
Nyandarua rain was epic. It came down in buckets, with bolts of lightening and claps of thunder that terrified both humans and livestock. The rain came in season…
There were plenty of rainy months in Nyandarua with only a handful of dry ones. Nyandarua has a one season harvest. While in Gikuyu they plant their maize…
The lush green pastures also meant high milk yields. The cows were well fed, producing plenty of milk. My farm usually produced two 50 liter milk cans from…