Discovering Narok; A Land of Love.
On a Sunday morning, a week ago, I woke up with lots of excitement because here I was hitting the same road I have always hit when going to my rural village in Kisii. However, this time round my journey would end at Narok; a place I have often passed with less thought and interest.
The last statement is partly true and partly false. Let me explain myself to those who are confused of this paradox. Let me begin with why less thought or rather interest. As a matter of fact, I have passed through Narok several times and only stood there briefly to answer calls of nature and often meet the demands of my big boss; the stomach.
With such kind of a specifity and need, I had little curiosity to imagine that there are or even Narok itself can be interesting. So, I have always looked at it with a lot of indifference and probably discrimination. Just like my little home town, I always found myself telling the inner me that this town has only developed along the road and nothing much outward or inward.
Yet with all that, I have a long history with Narok itself. The nyama choma, back when I would enjoy goats’ ribs and kachumbari. Let me not talk of the sweet roast corn and the boiled maize. It is in a class of its own. You taste Narok’s maize, and you will always come back for more. That was the little way tales I had of Narok.
Then there is a special part of me that is left behind in Narok every time I passed through the town. It has to do with friendships and moments full of love. As a matter of fact, I have closest friends residing in Narok.
Then there is a special friend with whom we share a long history with. The most unique of them all and the one who always ensured that I found the most special connection with Narok and that I will often stop for a moment. Part of my Narok people are also family members whereas the rest are the very people from my locality back at home.
For the sake of personal privacy protection, given the fact that we have even observed governments enact data protection laws and since I am a law-abiding citizen, I won’t disclose any of their identities for the sake of posterity.
With the two last points, you can see why I fell in love with Narok from a distance albeit with a little fear of trying to unravel her beauty and mysteries. Then last week came knocking and as you could have guessed, I jumped on the opportunity and decided to be intimate with this lovely place.
I arrived in Narok at almost noon and immediately skimmed throughout the town. This day I meant business and not merely detachment as I usually do with thoughts at the back of mind of the many kilometers I am supposed to sojourn before I arrive at the little village where I was born when I am travelling. This time round I’d come to know this place and find new exciting discoveries.
An afternoon walks through a forest that I didn’t ask its name was the apex of the day. Walking through the short shrubs but tall enough to hide a tall person like me was exciting. The thickets were a little thick and one needed maneuver them as though it was a flourishing swamp full of papyrus reeds.
Towards one end was a steep climbing or descend which I easily confused with the third hill at Ngong’ hills. I enjoyed the descend which at the very bottom had a bridge crossing the meander of the Mara River. The scenic view from the river bank was amazing. The river Mara itself was slowly flowing by with little ease and I remember thinking to myself about possibly jumping into the river and swimming a little for old time sake.
Back in the day, we prayed that it rains every now and again so that we could swim in River Ramacha after downing several twigs from trees and collecting several rocks to help with blocking the water to a depth deep enough for a dive.
The only two differences are that Ramacha was cleaner than the Mara and that it was smaller than the mara. I am not sure but I know the Mara has more funny animals and species than Ramacha yet still Ramacha will remain my favorite.
A late evening walk through the streets of Narok provided me with insights on a town destined to grow to bigger heights. With good investments, a robust tourism sector and a dedicated human resource, Narok is poised to grow to bigger heights.
I realized that there is more than the front of the town that meets the eyes when casually passing through this town. The beauty of her women, the uniqueness of her culture and its people as well as the mystery of her relationships with nature.
If you are confused on where to disappear to for a weekend out or during these festivities, worry not. A road trip to Narok, the Maasai Mara park and finally crowning it with a night at the Narok town resorts will be a great treat for you and your family if you so wish.
Narok, the forever love, one of the dearest of all to me; I am not about to let you go yet.