I have no history of where Mukurino came from or when, but what I know is that, he was a very valuable member of OlKalou, providing what was needed by the young land owners, our Pioneer Parents, to develop their newly acquired land.
Think for a moment about all the services Mukurino rendered to OlKalou and beyond. If a farmer needed a tractor to plow and harrow their farm, Mukurino had it. If one needed a planter for their wheat, Mukurino had it. Needed a combine harvester to harvest their wheat, Mukurino had it. Needed a truck or a tractor trailer to haul their wheat to the Cereal Board warehouses in OlKalou, Mukurino had them. A Cooperative Society needed reliable trucks to deliver their members milk to KCC Nyahururu on a daily basis, throughout the year, Mukurino had a fleet. Families needed their maize and wheat milled, Mukurino had the Posho Mill for that.
I know Mukurino was a businessman doing what businessmen do. Make money. But I chose to look at him from my parents point of view. I look at all the services he provided, and I wonder what could have happened to our Pioneer Parents if Mukurino had not invested his wealth in areas that were helpful to them. He invested in everything the young farmers needed to develop their land. He could have chosen to invest in real estate, constructing the first high-rise buildings in OlKalou town or the nearby Nyahururu town, but he didn’t. Instead, he invested in all the areas that impacted his community on a daily basis. That is what I consider true wealth. A wealth that is beneficial to a larger community that needs it. I really admire Mukurino for his business acumen. He covered all the bases, making him the GO TO guy in OlKalou. His home was the one stop shop for anything the farmers needed.
When the history of OlKalou is written, it will be incomplete without acknowledging the role Mukurino played, being the ever present support system the young farmers needed, as they tilled their virgin land and grew roots in a strange land.
The development of OlKalou and neighboring areas has Mukurinos’ fingerprints all over them, and for that we are forever grateful.
