



Public parks and recreation facilities are any and all buildings, lands and waters, including roadways, recreation equipment, structures and the flora and fauna therein, owned, leased or operated under the jurisdiction of a county or public institution as a park or recreation area and open to the general public for park or recreation purposes.
In Nairobi and other towns, majority of the residents live in slums and informal settlements where there are no parks or recreational spaces which harms the residents and creates substantial costs for the nation as a whole.
The benefits of parks and recreational spaces include but are not limited to
If you are wondering why I am writing about open spaces, wonder no more. On Sunday I happened to find myself in a space an entrepreneur has created as a children play area and was astonished at how many parents (thank goodness there were as many fathers as there were mothers) had taken their children to play and I realized how much our planners, developers and counties have failed us in provision of places for rest and recreation.
While I laud this particular business (wo)man, I noticed also that they have opened themselves to a million and one lawsuits. And the county as a licensing agency would also be liable in the event there were any accidents. There is not one equipment on that site that could pass as safe for children’s use but I think the parents would rather a place for their kids to play than nothing
And in other related news, yours truly had a great Friday evening with friends where we did a demonstration of how hell fire would be and other interesting things. All the furniture is made by my friend who played host.
And in very interesting news, my other friend has a farm in Nairobi and we visited.
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The last few days yours truly was away on a business trip and that explains the conspicuous absence. I hope I wasn’t missed a lot :-P.
Lamu, rather, Amu town is one of the seven islands in Lamu County others being Faza, Pete and I can’t remember the rest.It’s a two street town, both streets running parallel to the sea front. The only car in this town is for the district commissioner. To move around the town the mode of transport is donkeys[ there is a lot of donkey shit] or foot.
The food, or rather the few places I managed to sample their food had very good food.
I was disappointed with my hotel, not that it was bad, far from it but I noticed they discriminate based on colour. I don’t whether it is the hotel policy or the mistake of one of the workers. As I have mentioned elsewhere, there is a lot of donkey shit in this town so the hotel asks its guests to leave their shoes at the door which I readily obliged. From there on, they tell you to proceed bare feet as they offer no sandals. These white couple came in and were allowed to get in with their shoes. Am not sleeping there when I go back.
There are young men who though a little bit helpful are a serious menace. They almost follow you everywhere and shaking them off is quite some work.
The bar was quiet, the DJ played not so good music but the atmosphere was very relaxing.
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