Hello Nairobi River,
How are you? I have come to speak with you because I have been observing you and am impressed by the transformation that has taken place on your person in the recent past. First, receive greetings from your brother who’s in upcountry. He says he is fine but surprisingly, your fortunes seem to have swapped in the recent past. Whereas he has been dwindling in stature due to these economic activities going on all around him, you seem to have found back your mojo and is doing quite all right.
No, no! They do not have sewers and factory wastes to dump in your poor brother in the reserves. In fact, he is dying not of excess baggage like you were but rather, the lack of it.
Do you see that 18 wheeler laboring round the round-about? Where do you suppose that timber it is groaning under came from? The supermarket? You are funny. It came from some trees and that is what is killing your brother and your other siblings. Let me explain.
There is something called a forest. It is a congregation of a lot of trees, millions of them growing in a large area. I’m not going into the details of how these trees influence rain and its formation. All I will tell you is that they are an integral part in the cycle. The lesser tree cover an area has, the lesser the rainfall. Rivers, including your self, originate in most cases, from these forests. Places with no trees are called deserts and they have very little or no rainfall for very long periods of time.
It so happens that as humans, we need timber to sate our developmental needs. All these constructions that you see around require a timber at one place or the other. The folks upcountry also need to eat cooked food and they haven’t got LPGs or electric cookers like the guys in the city. They get their fuel from the forest.
This means that we have been consuming our forests faster than they are able to rejuvenate. What? There are a lot of trees around? Did you know that Kenya has one of the lowest forest cover, at only 2%? Yes, and that is going fast. It is worrying. A lot of your siblings have either died out or turned seasonal. Your brother, the one who sends me with greetings was once a massive force, scaring the hell out of even the toughest village swimmer when in full bloom. When I visited him last, it was the middle of the rainy season and yet the goats were drinking from the middle, the waters up to their knees. Pathetic, that’s what he now is.
I do not see anything that you guys can do. I guess you will have to wait as we kill you all and then we will also die out. I do not understand us too, dear river. We seem to have some serious knack for self destruction within us and the most scaring bit is that we do have the ability.
I will leave you now Dear River and hope that your kind fortunes spread to all your relatives around the country.