All Hands on Deck
For my older brothers in their teenage years, there was no escape from the Kigethi, no matter how scared they were to ride on that monster. They not…
For my older brothers in their teenage years, there was no escape from the Kigethi, no matter how scared they were to ride on that monster. They not…
The Kigethi did its job of gathering the wheat straws, sending them into an extractor that separated wheat kernels from their hull and sent the freshly extracted grain…
Once a bag was pushed out onto the ground, our father was following the Kigethi closely behind in his pick up truck. Two of my brothers ran beside…
Before the wheat was sold to the Cereal Board, there was more work to be done. There was no rest for the weary in OlKalou. We had to…
After we finished cleaning the wheat, and all the bags were properly hemmed, it was time to label each bag. The Cereal Board issued metal stencils, the size…
There was one final, critical, nail biting process outside the Cereal Board warehouses before a farmer could sigh relief and walk away with ease. Told you there was…
With a bumper harvest like we just delivered to the Cereal Board, it was time for us to taste the fruits of our labor. We had a few…
We called our chapatis Mikundi. I dont know whether this was just in our household or that was a commonly used name. I couldn’t know because chapatis were…
I learnt to make Chapatis before I was 10 years old. I had no choice because my older sister was away in college, my younger sister was a…
The day of making chapatis was the best day of all. My brothers were all so nice to me, they could have washed my feet if I asked…