You never know what nature is until you start appreciating it for what it is. For the first 24.5 years of my life, nature meant so little to me. I would walk for five kilometers away from my village to look for women who would sell us firewood and charcoal (in Milima Tatu village, somewhere in Northern Kenya) in bulk considering the amount of people in our house to be fed. I would be so angry if they didn’t have them! The rains were the worst part of my life because it meant the women couldn’t have dry trees to cut down!
The last 1.5 years of my life was a flashpoint, thanks to my change of work; I moved from the city to a town up country. Working with a conservation organization, I can’t help but be ashamed of growing up encouraging degradation of our environment. It breaks my heart now having traveled through that same village and barely seeing a tree. The vast wilderness that was now reduced to an empty dusty village, with no shade to shield you from the scorching sun of the north.
Nature has a whole different meaning in my life now; it is serenity. Peace. Calm. Freshness. A life surrounded by life itself: trees of all kinds. Animals. A self-perpetuating cycle of life. The birds of the air and their chirpings that makes life beautiful.
Nature is abundantly rich and rewarding; from the oxygen, we depend on to the soil we toil to feed the world. It is a mutualistic relationship, I take care of it and it takes care of me!
Nature is my sole role to take care of everything and everyone around me; it’s only natural!