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Getting here has been from sheer determination, fate, discipline and Fairtrade, which in all truth, paved the way. I have about ten youths who I have taken under my wings. I have been featured in Seeds Of Gold, that I read religiously. I have also convinced many youths to join this business. I have also rented more coffee bushes, about 1,000 of them. I kept increasing the size of my farm and currently, I’m producing 20kgs per bush. The least I have earned per kilo is 80 shillings ($0.75). I would get 6kgs per bush but after Fairtrade certified me, my payment increased exponentially from 20 shillings ($0.19) a kilo to 109 shillings ($1.02) a kilo. My father had gotten me a membership at Mutira Farmers’ Cooperative Society. We want things to happen now things like rabbits and quail.Īfter one and a half years I was surprised to get a bountiful yield. The problem with youth, I realise now, is that we are impatient to wait the two years for the coffee to start bearing its beans. Since I was one of little coffee faith, I also decided to plant spinach on the side. I planted Ruiri 11, grafted and Batian coffee varieties. I started with 300 bushes in a half-acre that my parents gave me. This is because of the apathy around coffee I grew up with. Anyway, remember that I had suffered four heartbreaks, I figured I’d rather just make it very messy and make it five, an odd number, by getting into the coffee business. Quite honestly, it seemed like a pipedream. I had heard of Fairtrade in 2013 and their efforts to give certificates and help farmers get better prices for their coffee. One day she came home and told me that Fairtrade was trying to get the youth into coffee farming and were going through the parents. Seeing her win that award lit something in me. And I watched her start making millions of shillings from just two acres of her farm from 2008. My mom had started doing coffee when there was a general apathy around coffee. Her trophies and picture with the president were placed in the wall unit in our house, for all visitors to admire. She met the president and got two trophies. The business was doing great until the company that would buy our rabbits collapsed in 2014.īut then something tremendous happened in 2015 my mother was awarded the Best Woman in Agriculture in Kirinyaga County. Did you also know that rabbit urine is very good for coffee plants? I harvested their urine and sold that too. One day I read in the newspaper again (every farmer should read Seeds Of Gold, in Nation newspaper) that the money was in rabbits. My quail business flopped my third heartbreak. Then the market flooded with quail eggs, and suddenly it didn’t make any business sense. I built a wooden structure and I started with 100 quails, then 1,000 more quails. One day, I read in the newspaper that quail egg business was doing well. For the next few months, I did chores the whole day and helped my mother in the shamba. And so when I arrived in 2012, on a chilly morning, carrying a five-month-old baby and two massive bags with all my life’s possession, I felt like I had failed myself and my parents. I had a very happy childhood but going back to the village wasn’t something easy for me to do. Father, he had lost his military job in Nanyuki after the 1982 coup and had come to the village to start from nothing. I was close to my father because, growing up as the third child, my mom would leave me with him as she went to the farm. What would you do if you were me? Pack your tail between your legs and go back home, that’s what. So there, I had no marriage, no business. It was a sizable amount of money and soon, my business gave way at the knees and crumbled under the rubble of my dreams. (The universe was sending me many signals). He also carried a briefcase for the meeting, in 2010. I supplied computers to a gentleman with a bad suit. The second heartbreak I lost the business. But at least I was a businesswoman, right? The marriage that was slowly coming apart from the seams finally came undone. I also got a child, a baby boy, the bouncing type, and I was happy for a while. I opened a small computer shop in a mall. But the city had its trump card up its sleeve I couldn’t secure a job. I also had dreams to change my destiny as any village girl should.
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I had a bachelor’s degree in Information Technology (IT) at Kenyatta University. Like many who had attained university education, I had migrated to the city of lights from a little village called Kamutira in Kirinyaga County, Kenya. Marriages end all the time, yes, but for me, it wasn’t just a marriage that ended, it was a process, a big happily-ever-after plan that had ended.