MAGICAL KASIGHAU-BEAUTY OF TAITA LAND
As the agama lizard parlays on the tree bark so am I longing to catch some warmth of the rays that find it`s way through thevetia peruviana or a lucky nut as the name connotes. The yellow oleander blossom as the air is perfurmed with their scent a constant reminder that `be still tree' gives me a ressurance. On my right hand side is the most picturesque background of python rock as the locals call it Hare (taita for python) and nyangala so upclose a reminder am home, indeed a jungle book type of memory. Tucked in this serenity am penning shorthand outside my ecolodge setting in hidden gem in taita land . As the superb starling perches chanting it`s melody so is my inspiration, I tend to label this write `be inspired' as a lot of good memories still linger . My purpose on this edge happens to be a send off, but a fulfilling one indeed. My memory is jogged of my last write ,the cohesion of tuskers and martriachs and so are we on this remote paradise,i admire how ele