Kimwatan: A Historical Novella
By William Kiptoo It’s the mid-1960s, and the sun dipped behind Karuna hills in Moiben, painting the sky in hues of orange and crimson. John William Hosking, a colonial officer with a stern face and dusty boots, leaned against his Land Rover. He spoke with clipped authority, gesturing toward the acacia thickets. “This land has seen lions,” Hosking said. “That’s why we called it Kambi Simba. You’ll need courage to tame it.” Kimwatan, dressed in a worn coat that still carried the scent of hides from his trading days in Elgeyo escarpment, stood firm. His cousin, William Chemweno, had already told him the settlers were leaving, that the future belonged to those who dared to plant roots in these plains. “I don’t fear lions,” Kimwatan replied. “I fear wasted land. Give me the papers, and I’ll show you what this soil can yield.” The handshake that followed was more than a transaction. It was the passing of an era. Hosking walked away from colonial ownership; Kimwatan st...