Izava Walk : Lwandoni Coffee Factory

A lady top dressed maize by the river at the valley bottom between Shirongo and Galwani ridges. I told her that I came from Gavudia. After asking whether it was noble to farm close to the river, she changed her face. You Maragolis cannot tell us, she replied as we talked.

A river from Wavisia entered from left. It's origin is far up in Kabinjari. I jumped it to later stand on Senende - Shamakhokho bridge. Relieved, I remembered the several times I had walked across the river because of school fees. I stand proud among Friends School Senende alumni.

By only a hundred metres, a bridge to Bumuyange from the one to Senende. Between the two is a clear  field on the right and a dense forest-like coverage on the right. I asked the name of the owner but I seem to have forgotten. Ligale! I have consulted my notes

Lwandoni coffee factory stood bare with vandalism. The whole area had once been a beehive with cashiers, workers, managers and guards. A London in Tiriki! How long it lasted is unquestionable. The tragedy of globalisation is that it uplifts society to cliffs without enough parachutes. The empty walls were good for photoshoot. I have a rare feeling for 'ruined' buildings.

A beautiful field in the evening glow separated the factory from the meandering Izava. Had it not been for the Orthodox Church hiding from the factory ruins, it was a pitiful picture. Peeping inside the church through a broken glass showed palm leaves that had marked the end of Lent Period. The face of Christ was constant with a glow crown. Him and Mary were lonely in there.