Nailantei Norari

I have been reading Lesley Nneka, a Nigerian writer who won this year’s Caine Prize. My favourite tale has to be what it means when a man falls from the sky, from an anthology going by the story title.

But before feminists ask me why a man is falling from the sky and pragmatists enquire if there is a super foam mattress to break his landing and from whence he and the mattress came, I can tell you that the only reason I mentioned the book is because it inspired my title, but most importantly, kept me company as I ate voraciously and drunk several milkshakes at Muna Tree Café.

Here, they serve à la carte dishes, thereby supplementing buffet offerings at Brackenhurst Garden’s main restaurant.

Located in Limuru, Brackenhurst is about half an hour’s drive from the city. Just Google it and follow Google Maps.

Trust me, the drive is worth it. The grounds are quite green and expansive, and after a filling work lunch that featured chicken kiev as my partner tried the coconut fish and rice, I went outside to read my book about men falling, in a hammock with my milkshake in tow.

To say the air is fresher in Tigoni is an understatement. Lulled by the swinging of the hammock, on an overly full belly, one is almost willing to sell out on the busy city life and trade it for this tiny, ok expansive, piece of tranquility. But all good places come with a caveat, I realise.

Even heaven will not allow sinners in; similarly, no alcohol is allowed in Brackenhurst Gardens. A small tax to pay for the great food and ambience. The only spirits allowed here are high spirits and the Holy spirit.

So now you know, next time you, dear reader, hunger for tranquility, meet me at Muna Café, probably on a hammock, definitely eating or drinking.