Kirepwe Island on Mida Creek, Watamu

Exploring ancient ruins

By Rupi Mangat

The plan is to have a feast of all things oceanic at the Crabshack at Dabasso Creek on the greater Mida Creek. I wade in the shallow water of the mangrove-lined creek to the dug-out canoe past village kids splashing around for a sunset sail on the water before the feast.

Local fishers' canoes on Mida Creek Watamu — Local fishers’ canoes on Mida Creek Watamu Copyright Rupi Mangat

Kahindi Charo – my local gondolier takes the oar and pushes the canoe into deeper waters while l enjoy the ocean-swept breeze (like a diva). The water turns deep blue in the mangrove-lined waterways splashed with a streak of gold of the setting sun. Charo is also a bird-guide and manager of Crabshack, the community-owned restaurant which you enter along a raised platform through a mangrove forest.

With the rising tide, the sand banks disappear and birds of many feathers – ospreys, yellow-billed storks, Goliath herons – settle on the mangroves to roost. A man on a surfboard with twenty-litre jerry cans sets off from Dabasso Creek to the island of Kirepwe. “It’s twenty minute away,” tells Charo. We make a date for the following morning to sail there because Charo tells of ancient ruins on the island – a sort of a ‘mini’ Gede.

Kahindi Charo my local gondolier on Mida Creek Watamu

Local man on surf board with 20-litre jery canns rowing to Kirepwe Island at sunset

Crabshack Mida Creek for delicious sea-fest

The morning light bursts into my room at Temple Point facing the creek as the golden orb rises from the sea. The ancient baobab tree in the garden shades the remains of a mosque built of coral centuries ago. All that remains now is the mihrab where the faithful may have prayed facing Mecca.

It’s a 15-minutes tuktuk drive to Dabasso and then the sail to Kirepwe past white-lateen canoes and fishermen spreading their nets. A group of fishers splash the calm waters to drive the fish into the submerged net. Finally we’re on the sandy beach on the island of Kirepwe facing mainland Watamu.

It’s quiet on the island.

Kahindi at Kirepwe ruins, Mida Creek Watamu

Local woman on Kirepwe Island making makuti thatch for roofing from coconut tree

Girls pounding maize in the morning on Kirepwe Island

“This is where my father had his home and l was born,” points Charo by a dry water well that’s all that’s left of the homestead.

“There used to be fresh-water in the wells forty years ago. Then it started getting salty. So my father decided to leave for Dabasso where he had land. The elders say the wells dried up because people did not obey the rules – like pregnant women were not supposed to draw water and no sufurias allowed.”

Walking along the narrow path, passing the homesteads of the Giriama and Watta, we exchange morning greetings. A mother prepares tea and porridge for the little ones by her hut; another sweeps the compound.

A forest grove hides the ruins of the ancient settlement. “This is the only natural forest remaining on the island. The rest is cultivated,” explains Charo.

In the grove, a gigantic baobab wizened with age guards the crumbling ruins. “The elders called this place mizimu meaning sacred place. Children were not allowed here. The wazee came to pray here during drought.”

It’s an amazing place as we walk by the dry water-well, over the rubble, past coral walls naked of the plaster but still standing, some with notches that held candles at night. Doorways show grooves where lintels supported the doors. An arched window frame by the door could have been a nobleman’s house near the remains of a mihrab of the mosque. Everything is silent now.

“It’s never been researched,” tells Charo. “People were taking the stones from the buildings for their houses until the community decided to conserve this place and have tourists come to the island.” The site has never been dated so no one knows how old it is.

It’s only 9 o’ clock but really hot. A Grey-headed kingfisher flits by. A beautiful tree in a burst of sun-burnished pink leaves colours the bluest of skies.

A woman slices off the dry fronds of a coconut tree with her machete to make makuti for sale. The palm-leave mats are lined by her red-earth makuti roofed hut. Seven-year Tabu and her friends pound maize with a pestle and mortar, seriously at work. When she stops for a minute she’s huffing but smiles shyly. A boy her age, climbs up the towering coconut tree in seconds and with his machete slashes the nut which hits the earth with a thud. The girls rush to it and hand it to the mother sitting by the hut with a baby at her breast. The coconut grater is brought out and she grates the white flesh of the nut. Every single bit of the coconut tree is used.

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Temple Point Resort on Mida Creek Watamu

Beach at Temple Point Resort Watamu Mida Creek

Mihrab under giant baobab tree at Temple Point Resort from Mida Creek

Ancient mihrab at Temple Point Resort at Mida Creek, Watamu

Stay at Temple Point Resort – it’s beautiful and great for families and friends – spacious rooms, private balconies and lounging area. It’s also close to Mida Creek and the KWS office.

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Published Nation newspaper Saturday magazine 10 December 2016