Just the whiff of the African loam soil after the first few drops of rain, transpose me back in time when after a long spell of heat we celebrate the first drops of rain, I would dance in the rain, play in the mud and run wild in the savanna. Long drives with my father, though the rich and endless fields of green tea plantations rolling over the hills in Limuru, filled my journey with a wild leather like scent mixed with delicate notes of floral tea. The irony of a great olfactory experience, is not in what it reminds you of, but in the fact that I can visit my memories, I can smell them, sometimes relive them but I can never live in them… Cherish every moment as if it was your last …. they say, but I a whimsical, I want to trap them.
