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then I realized that I was actually huge baskets and farming tools visible pathway that leads to them,
standing at the end of the footpath walk towards me. We exchanged even though there is a pathway,
that I had followed. Meaning, greetings, even though I could not though unseen but heard. It is the
from where I was standing, there understand the bulk of the Swahili pathway of faith and the walk of
was no path that led to where the they spoke. I asked them if I could faith that takes us to them. For
stream was. I couldn’t see any take a few of their pictures while faith comes by hearing the word of
paths in the sea of green bushes. they worked (they had come for God like the sound of that stream,
The entire path ended just where I the tea harvest), but they declined. for it is the evidence of things not
was standing. So I stood listening Shortly after, a man who later seen but heard. So when you are
to the sound of the unseen rushing told me his name was Karinge faced with such circumstances
water and checking the horizon for walked up too, he happens to be in life where the things you seek
the signs of sunrise. Then I heard their foreman. He now told me seemingly don’t have pathways that
in my spirit “Sometimes, the path that the reason they had declined lead to them, know that sometimes
to where we are going is only the was because they thought I was the path to where you are going is
sound we hear from the other an American tourist coming to only the sound you hear from the
side”. That statement got me take their pictures and would then other side. And all you have to do is
thinking, for I knew in that moment sell them as photo portraits in the follow the sound, and unlike me, do
that the Holy Spirit was teaching States. That got me thinking, but not stop until the sound leads you
me something. For even though its a story for another day. Karinge to what you seek.
I couldn’t go down to the water spoke to the women and I was Did I tell you that now, I enjoy
in the valley of bushes, obviously allowed to take a few pictures of drinking tea a bit more than before,
because of no path, the lesson them picking tea, but I decided not but not at the level that Kenyans
was so clear to me. (Well I later to show their faces directly. do, but I am appreciating it much
located the stream from another I took a few shots and took my more. Just maybe the tea culture
side of the farm two days later). leave. But while I went further finally caught up with me or I just
I waited a few more minutes to in another direction, I thought blended in. So while you tour Africa
watch the sun rise. And rise it did, about the words I had heard and and enjoy the beauty in her, take a
with golden rays from the horizon how much it blessed my heart: little time to visit Limuru in Kiambu
hitting the face of the green tea “Sometimes, the path to where county and you will see the beauty
farm. It was a glorious mix of gold we are going is only the sound we of Tigoni, the table of green tea.
and green and very beautiful. I took hear from the other side”.
a few shots and was ready to go Stay blessed and green.
and continue my walk in another My point is this
direction. But just as I packed up Often times in our lives, the things
to leave, I saw two women with we are looking for do not have any

A woman picking tea leaves.

One of the many large acres
of tea farms in Tigoni. Clean
air, rich smell of earth and of
course, potential cups of tea.

The small stream that goes
through the tea farm. A
constant sound of serene
music to the soul.

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