Karibu. In 1981, my father Nduati Kariuki planted his first coffee trees on this land in the highlands of Murang’a. My children call him Guka, grandfather, and they call my mother Cũcũ, grandmother. This is their farm, and their names are on everything we make.

Forty-five years on, we still grow SL28 and Ruiru 11 coffee here, under the shade of avocado, macadamia and banana trees. Around the coffee we have built something new: a circular farm where kitchen waste feeds insects, insects feed fish and hens, pond water feeds the garden, and the soil gets a little richer every season.

We open the gate so you can see it, taste it and take some of it home.

– Dan Nduati