By
Margaretta wa Gacheru (posted 14 for 16 November 2019)
Long before
she moved out of Nairobi and planted her vegetable garden in Kajaido East,
Chelenge van Rampelberg had a ‘green thumb’, the consequence of growing up
helping in her mom’s shamba back home in a village outside Eldoret.
“It took a
while to get the garden going. By the time I’d moved to the land, I initially
wanted to build my house,” says Chelenge who had never studied architecture or
interior design or even the art form that has made her famous, having been
Kenya’s first female sculptor.
It was sale
of her sculpture that enabled her to buy 11 acres in the heart of Maasai-land.
Defying the stereotypic views of artists as an impoverished lot, and women as
forever landless, Chelenge has had the patience to not only build a beautiful
artistic career, but to move step by step towards building her own home and
planting a bountiful garden.
“Basically,
I grow all of the food I eat,” she says as she shows me around her rambling
garden that’s got an assortment of vegetable ‘patches’. “I’ve got tomatoes,
celery, parsley, coriander, fennel and other spices. I also have lots of wild
vegetables like mchicha, terere, manago and of course, sikuma [wiki or
kale].”
Chelenge
adds it was a process, figuring out what would grow on the land. “Initially, I
tried lots of seeds in small quantities to see which ones would do well. It was
after that testing that I planted everything you see here,” she says, pointing
to the ground between her house and the studio where she creates her artworks.
Showing me
how she grows some of her veggies in wheelbarrows and tires, she continues. “I
also grow many kinds of chilis as well as potatoes, beans and pili pili hoho
[green peppers].”
Asked why
the wheelbarrows and tires, Chelenge explains that the land where she lives is
quite rocky. “In many instances, I had to dig up the rocks in order to plant,
but in places where there were just too many, I put soil and manure in the
wheelbarrows and planted my chilis, peppers and sikuma there. The tires are
where I grow most of my spices,” she adds.
I also ask
Chelenge if she has to go to the nearest kiosk in Tala to buy milk for her tea,
but she’s self-sufficient in that domain as well. “I keep goats who give me
milk every day, which I love in my tea. I also drink a cup every morning,
knowing it’s quite nutritious,” she adds.
But goats
are not the only animals that Chelenge keeps. “One of the first things I did
once the house was finished was to build a chicken coup,” she says. “But I
don’t just keep chicken. I also have ducks and turkeys and guinea fowl.” And
because she built a small watering hole between her house and Nairobi National
Park which one can easily see from the rondavel she built (especially
for meeting visitors and guests), she is also visited by a multitude of
migrating birds every day.
But the
weaverbirds definitely don’t migrate. They apparently have a good life at
Chelenge’s. “One old tree was already there when I came. But the weaverbirds only
arrived after I began building. Now they are like family and the tree has more
than 20 nests,” she says noting how smart these birds are. “Once they knew we
were here, they moved in. They knew they would never starve since I always keep
the bird feeder full of the seeds they love to eat.”
While
Chelenge didn’t plant that first tree, she’s been planting trees almost every
rainy season since. “I have orange and lemon trees. I also have an avocado tree
which is not old enough to bear fruit. But I just planted 25 trees at the start
of this rainy season,” she says, adding she plans to keep on planting them.
The one
sadness that Chelenge has about her life in the bush is that it can be
hazardous for her animals. She just lost two of her [five] dogs. They were
eaten by a leopard. She says it’s one of the challenges of living on terrain
where the wildlife used to move freely, unfettered by human beings who now behave
as if they own the land, which in her case she does.
But in spite
of the hazards, Chelenge says she wouldn’t give her life in the bush up for
anything.
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