Things That Go Bump In The Night In Kenya
One of the major disadvantages of living in a house with a corrugated steel roof is the noise when something lands on said roof. Even with a false ceiling, the noise of a bird landing on the roof can be heard.
Especially at night.
At dusk, standing outside, bats can be seen flitting around. These aren’t the cute little things one sees in the South of England, these are like raptors, enormous things!
And they roost in trees, where they return, carrying their staple diet, fruit – because they are probably fruit bats. Now, there are a lot of mango trees around in Kenya, so these bats come home with a mango, eat the flesh and drop the stone.
I am sure that most readers have seen the stone of a mango, it is big, and when one is dropped onto a corrugated steel roof, it makes rather a lot of noise. There is the initial clang as it lands, but
then a sort of grating slide as it slips off the roof towards the gutter.
The first time I was subjected to this, i jumped out of bed and grabbed the panga (machete) standing in the corner of the room. I was convinced the house was being broken into (this was soon after the post-election violence of 2008). As the second stone hit the roof, I realised what it probably was, and calmed down and eventually got back to sleep.
On my most recent visit to Kisii, the area suffered an earth tremor. I have mentioned this in an earlier post. I was instantly awakened when the house started to vibrate. The noise was terrifying, and realising what was going on, my mind drew a mental picture of where the house was situated.
We were in the lowest of three rows of little bungalows on the side of a steep side of a valley with a river at the bottom.
My next vision was of the hillside collapsing as we had had torrential rain for the last few days.
The rumbling, grinding vibrations went on for about 20 or 30 seconds, although it seemed a lot more at the time.
I lay there, waiting for an after-shock, or whatever happens in these situations, but none occurred.
It was terrifying, and this was just a little tremor, there was no structural damage. Things didn’t even fall of shelves. In fact, when i got up in the morning, I wondered if i had dreamt it.
But I hadn’t. Vincent, my host talked about it. But he said that in his 28 years in Kisii, there had never been a similar incident as far as he could remember.
And it was the last one that occurred while I was there. This was a very minor tremor and it got me thinking of the people who live in areas prone to major earthquakes. If I was scared by a minor tremor, what do these people feel?
Thinking about it, Kisii, is not that far from the Great Rift Valley, described as the area where the continent of Africa is ripping itself apart. This is evident when you are in the valley. There are volcanoes running the length of it. They are extinct, or at least dormant and most are now lakes, supporting an abundance of wildlife.
Although I have driven past it several times, I still get a thrill when I pass Suswa or Oldoinyo Nyukie, an impressive conical volcano on the road between Nairobi and Narok.
Of course, it is not only fruit bats that drop things on the roof.
Where I was staying on the coast, there was a mango tree overhanging the house and from time to time, a fruit would fall, especially if the ocean breeze was a little stronger than usual. There were also a lot of coconut palms, well laden with fruit, but luckily, it wasn’t the season for them to drop.