Every one of my friends who attended the Nairobi South Reunion in London recently has told me glowingly how much they enjoyed the event. Everyone was singular in toasting Lambert and Berti Pereira for coming up with the vision for the event, mustering an army of helpers and then bringing everything together on the day. The smiling faces in the photographs are a testament to what most if not everyone is saying about the fun and joy of the day. How did it come about? Lambert Pereira explains the genesis of the fun event:\\
The following note of congratulations is representatives of many, many other similar sentiments expressed:
Congratulations to Lambert, Fatima and the rest of the team for
organising such an enjoyable get together of Nairobi South residents and
friends on 21 July 2019, at Heston Catholic Social Club. We were delighted to meet up with our
neighbours and talk about those halcyon days in Nairobi South when the sun
always shone and there was time for convivial evenings together. A sense of nostalgia pervaded the
proceedings. The photographs and the
very helpful street plan of Nairobi South helped to settle many discussions we
had had about who lived where!
The occasion was a great opportunity to exchange memories and recall all those bygone years where in many cases we grew up as children. Our beloved parents and in some cases our siblings have passed away and we now are the next generation of Nairobi South Goan immigrants to Great Britain. The event also had the effect of highlighting the people who could not be there because they now live in other parts of the world and those who could not attend due to ill-health.
Many of those who attended are now in retirement, but hopefully will have the opportunity to “meet again some sunny day”, as the Vera Lynn song goes!In conclusion, we have to say that we visited Nairobi South while on a visit to Kenya three years ago. The place has changed and is barely recognisable from what it was like during our time. We caught glimpses of our houses and from an archaeological perspective, it was clear to see the impact of just 50 years of development.
Thelma &
Raul Gonsalves
REUNION OF EX-RESIDENTS OF NAIROBI SOUTH
Just over a year ago the idea of having a get-together in London of ex-residents of Nairobi South, Kenya, was conceived in my mind. I then casually sounded out a few friends and individuals hailing from that part of the world and was happy to receive enthusiastic responses.
Although in past years I have organised several successful get-togethers, office parties, picnics, etc, this first-time reunion of ex-residents of a far-off land, was a new kind of challenge for me. With the realisation that I could not do all that needed to be done single-handedly, about three months ago I started a mini- committee comprising Alvira Almeida, Chris Moniz and myself. So the ball started rolling as it were. Initially, it was envisaged that we would invite around 40 to 50 or so of ex-residents and their spouses and meet for lunch at a suitable restaurant or pub in central London, whereby one could chat about the good old days. For this purpose a suitable venue was sourced in Victoria, central London.
However, once we started contacting people, the interest in a reunion turned out to be bigger than expected, and we therefore had to find a venue that could accommodate slightly bigger numbers of say 100 or so. That venue, for various logistic reasons, turned out to be the Heston Catholic Social Club in West London, in the county of Middlesex, and a date was set for Sunday 21st July 2019.
Thereafter, whilst Alvira and Chris set about informing all concerned by telephone and e-mail, I concentrated on other tasks like booking of the hall, the band and the caterers, who luckily were local to the area. I also started to put together a programme in the form of a booklet which we could give to all attendees as a souvenir on the day. This booklet with various images of African scenes included a few articles submitted by ex-residents giving their views of the times spent in Nairobi South all those years ago – before we all immigrated to the UK.
On the eve of the event, together with a core team of helpers including my neighbour Alves Coutinho, Chris , Fatima, her sister Florie, and friend Eulet, we started to decorate the hall with balloons, banners, etc with a colour theme of green, black, red and white – the colours of the Kenya flag. As the saying goes’ many hands make light work’. Judging by the many favourable comments received from those who attended,
the Reunion seemed to be a great success. It is hoped that a similar one can be organised next year God willing!
By Lambert Pereira
(July 2019)
NAIROBI SOUTH
REUNION
Held at
Heston Catholic Social Club Eton Avenue, Heston, Middlesex, England
(Brochure for an event that turned
out to be one everyone admired and enjoyed to the hilt ==CRF)
FOREWORD
By Viola Lawrence (nee
Rodrigues)
Hello to all the folks I was privileged to know during the
years I lived in Zanzibar Road, Nairobi South B, with my parents Victor and
Violet Rodrigues and brothers Vivian and Vernon. Kudos to Lambert Pereira and
his committee for thinking of and organising this Reunion. I feel blessed that
my husband, George, and I, have maintained our friendship with him over the
years and also with many other ex-residents of Nairobi South, many of whom have
scattered to different parts of the world.
My husband and I, with our extended family, live in
Washington State, USA. My memories of those carefree days in Nairobi South will
never fade away. A vivid and hilarious one is spotting some of the young lads
scampering for cover each time I drove my Dad’s car along those not-so-busy
streets then! We dearly miss those ex-residents who have passed away including
my dearly beloved parents and so many others too. May their souls Rest in
Peace. Here’s wishing each of you and your loved ones Good Health and Happiness
of every kind, and Safety wherever you may be. Hope you all make the best of
this opportunity to ‘meet and greet’ at the Reunion.
By Thelma Gonsalves
(nee Fernandes)
My
parents and my six siblings moved into our new house in Deccan Road, Nairobi
South ‘B’ in 1953. My father’s name was Luis Fernandes and this name was
emblazoned on the big, silver, double gates at the entrance to our drive.
My
family comprised three brothers and four sisters including myself. My eldest
brother, Apollo, worked at the Standard Bank in Nairobi before leaving for the
UK in the early ’60s. My second brother, Alex, worked at the TV and Radio
station, VOK. Sadly he died in a tragic accident in 1970 in Mombasa. My sister,
Ophelia, worked for East African Railways. My younger sister, Alba, taught at
St Theresa’s and is still fondly remembered by her ex-pupils. My younger
brother, Julian still keeps in touch with many ex-residents of Nairobi South.
My youngest sister, Cascilda, was the baby of the family. She was a truly
beautiful person who had Down’s Syndrome and passed away in England.
I attended St Teresa’s Girls School in
Eastleigh and later the Duchess of Gloucester School in Ngara. I won a Kenya
Government scholarship to study at Leicester University, England and so left
Kenya in 1963. Following my graduation, I returned to Nairobi in 1966. I then
did a teaching stint at Kirangari Boys High School. I got to know my husband,
Raul Gonsalves, who lived around the corner from us and wooed me with his red
VSW Beetle (Reg KKG 500). When my teaching contract in Kenya ended, I joined
Raul in England and we were married in 1968.
I
have fond memories of our immediate neighbours in Nairobi South, Mr and Mrs
Jerome D’Souza with their children Vera, Lira, Primo, Ilda and Bernard. They
had adopted a cutest little pet – a dik-dik which had strayed into their garden
from the National Park situated quite close to the residential area at the
time. We too had a most adorable pet dog called ‘Pluto’ – a cross between a
Dalmatian and a Daschund. He was quite distinctive being a black-and-white
sausage bundle of cuteness.
My Dad would often take him for evening walks when
passing strangers would stop to admire and express delight at the two of them. *********************************************************************
By Raul Gonsalves
The
Gonsalves family moved from Milner Road
near Dr Ribeiro Goan School, in the early 1950s following the decision
by the Government to allocate land for housing to the Goan community in Nairobi
South B. My parents decided to build our home on a plot in Deccan Road. The
house had a reinforced concrete roof as it was envisaged that as the family
grew we would be able to extend the construction upwards.
We were a large family of seven brothers
(Roman, Rossi, Rudolf, Ray, Ralph, Rodney and myself) and three sisters (Ruth,
Rowena and Rose-Curie). When we moved to that part of Nairobi my younger
siblings were still in school, whereas Ruth and I, being the oldest members of
the family, started to earn a living.
Our
house in Deccan Road was between that of Mr and Mrs Jacques with their 3
children Savio, Myra and Pammy and that of Mr and Mrs D’Souza with their 4
children Nora, Edith,Vincy and Clarence.
I
became the family chauffeur as soon as I was able to drive having passed my
driving test. Our first car was a black Ford Anglia (Reg. T9362) followed 2
years later by a new grey Peugeot 203 family saloon (Reg. KFK 237). Soon I was
driving my brothers and sisters to school, and the family on holiday to the
coastal towns of Mombasa and Malindi. Any semblance of mechanical skill that I
can claim was acquired working on the 2 family cars, replacing broken
leaf-springs, removing and cleaning the fuel tanks, cleaning the carburettors
and replacing the fuel pumps. Later I had my own red Volkswagen 500 Beetle (Reg
KKG 500) which was sheer pleasure to drive.
The
children of our neighbours, such as Primo, Assumption, Savio, Rayner, Allwyn
and Levit became our good friends. We organised picnics and had parties in our
homes when our parents were away - a chance to let our hair down fortified with
drinks and music. My mother reared chickens and turkeys but had the misfortune
of finding them stolen from time to time. Nairobi South residents, living at
that time on the periphery of the National Park, would often come across wildlife
looking for water during the dry season. Such sights of animals illuminated by
the headlights of cars were a joy to behold – sights that present-day residents
will never experience. The parents of
many of those who lived in Nairobi South have passed away and we of the next
generation have dispersed to various parts of the world. Like our parents who
came to East Africa as immigrants with no knowledge of what to expect, we were
the first generation of Nairobi South Goans who immigrated to Great Britain and
other countries that were as foreign to us as was Kenya to our parents.
When
Kenya gained independence, sadly many of us had to leave the country. I myself
after having worked for 14 years for the Kenya Government, was prematurely
retired at the age of 33 in order to facilitate the process of Africanisation.
I was, of course, fortunate to have met and being captivated by a wonderful
person who happened to live a few doors away in Deccan Road. That person was
Thelma Fernandes who also left Kenya for the UK where we were married in 1968.
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By Nora Vas and family
It
is over fifty years since we parted ways and went to various parts of the
world, and life has evolved. As children, our world was school, Nairobi South,
clubs, picnics and mostly Goan open-house hospitality. Among the group of
friends we played with were the Coutinhos, D’Souzas, D’sas, Gonsalves,
Pereiras, Pintos and others. We played soccer, cricket, rounders, seven-tiles
and hopscotch together. These games were usually played behind or by the side
of Pinto’s house as there was a grassy open space there.
Sometimes we were up to pranks and capers or
we just sat around and enjoyed each other’s company. At Carnival time we went from house to house
with our small band of musicians, singing and dancing in fancy dress and with
masks, in an attempt to hide our identity - for fear of being accused of
singing out-of-tune perhaps!
We remember when we were ill, our first port
of call was Mrs Pereira, across the road, rather than telephone the emergency
services or doctor. Then, if need be,
either Dr Patel or Dr D’Souza was contacted. Medical advice was also sought
from Mrs D’sa, who recommended home remedies, including cuppings and hot poultices. Hearing the word ‘enema’ suggested one
recovered very quickly. These remedies have become fashionable and
expensive. We have survived!! We have fond memories of our man servant,
Leo Simba, who we called ‘Mzee’. He cooked and looked after us. We would often sit around the shigdi (metal
stove) with him, eating mahindi or drinking porridge. He would tell us stories,
usually about the war, when he was a soldier in the King’s African Rifles. We would finish off with all of us singing ‘
Funga Safari’. Even after he left us, we would call on him and he would do
whatever he could to help us. Those were lovely happy times !!
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By Levit Pereira
Ever
since my late beloved parents laid the foundation stone of what was to be our
humble home in Nairobi South ‘B’, my memories of that period are wide and
varied. In those early days, I recall encountering a pride of lions feasting on
a captured zebra. One early morning, I also recall having to chase a herd of
about 10 zebras from the junction of Zanzibar Road and Chittagong Road all the
way to the shopping centre. The sound of the pounding hooves of this episode
would no doubt have woken up the entire neighbourhood thinking that perhaps an
earthquake was imminent!!
I
am so blessed to hail from a very musical family. My Dad used to play the
double bass in a band called ‘Blue Notes’ in the ’50s and my Mum learned to
play the piano and subsequently tutored my only sister, Linda. Whenever we
received any visitors to the family home, it was customary for all of us to
entertain the guests playing various instruments and singing the hits of the
times. There was never an occasion when we did not tune in to the local radio
station to listen to the so-called ‘Hit-parade’. A few days later we would play the records of
artistes like Elvis Presley, The Everly Brothers and Jim Reeves, acquired from
the renowned ‘ Shankar Das and Sons’.
Like
most ex-pats from Goa, my parents were very industrious and caring. I remember
Dad giving much of his spare time to voluntary work as Secretary of the
Governing Body of the Dr Ribeiro Goan School where most of us derived our
education. Each evening I recall Dad going to the dairy at the end of the road
to fetch milk in a special container. Evidently, his 4 sons were too lazy to do
the same. Mum was, in fact, a midwife and was the first person in the family to
drive the family saloon a Ford Taunus. In later years Mum started a small
registered nursery at home where children from surrounding areas would be cared
for, together with my own 3 young ones.
In
my working life with Voice of Kenya (VOK), where I was a sound recording
engineer, I was fortunate to befriend the late musicians Daudi Kabaka, who
composed ‘Harambee Harambee and the late Fadhili Williams,of Malaika fame. I
also had the opportunity to record various other musical shows such as the ‘the
65 Special’ featuring stars like Henry Braganza, Gilbert Fernandes and Xavier
Almeida. My close friends at the time
were John D’Souza, Rayner Correa, Raul Gonsalves, Ivor Pereira, and Johnny
Mason.
Much of our spare time was spent either tinkering with our respective
cars or going on outings to Mombasa or to the local game reserves to do a bit
of hunting and indulging thereafter in the traditional barbecue of ‘nyama
choma’.
Christmas
time was a truly joyous time preparing the crib and the stars (we had 3 of
them) each year. The highlight for me was when families exchanged trays of
specially prepared Xmas sweets like neurios, bulinhas, dhose and of course the
famous bebinca. I guess this tradition has since died a natural death- more’s
the pity!!
I
have so many wonderful memories of that time spent with family and friends in
Nairobi. I hope and pray that you will all enjoy the Reunion organised by my
brother, Lambert, with his select team of advisors and helpers. Have a great
time and sorry that I cannot be with you. Kwaheri Sasa!!
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By Ruby Monteiro, Rita Po (sisters of
the late Phillip and Hubert DeSouza)
The
DeSouza family, comprising our Dad, David, and our Mum, Rosy, moved to Nairobi
South in the early 50’s. We lived in the Government quarters at a time when
that area was not developed, and we would often see cows and goats running past
our front door. At the rear of these quarters was a Rifle Range where the Army
would come to practice and improve on their marksmanship. Dad was a keen
gardener and we helped in cultivating bananas, tomatoes, sweet potatoes, maize,
coriander and various other vegetables. We would often accompany Dad on his
fishing trips to Nairobi Dam not far away from home.
It
was during our tenure here that Dad was attacked by mobs on three occasions. In
one of these attacks, Dad was robbed of his bicycle and had his teeth damaged.
It was then that our parents reminded us of the hardships they had to undergo
during those early days in Kenya, at a time when the Mau Mau terrorists were
waging war with the British police and army. Many were to lose their lives
during those troublesome times.
We
attended Catholic Parochial School until the year 1957 when Dad retired from
Government service, and so we had to vacate the home in Nairobi South.
Thereafter, we lived in council flats just behind the Goan Institute and
continued our education at St Theresa’s School in Eastleigh and Dr Ribeiro’s
School in Parklands. Dad was a life member of the Goan Institute (GI) and he
would often take us to the club to enjoy special events like New Year’s dances
and Sportsmen’s Day.
As
a family, we travelled to Goa a few times. These wonderful trips were made by
train to Mombasa and then by steamship to either Bombay or Marmagoa Port in
Goa. These 9-day voyages across the Indian Ocean would entail a stop-over at
Seychelles or Calcutta and we remember having such fun on these trips. The
family also travelled to Kampala where we boarded the S.S Victoria for a trip
around Lake Victoria taking in ports like Kisumu, Entebbe and Mwanza en route.
Growing
up in Kenya was special, as we had the privilege of meeting so many other Goan
families, all of whom had a tale or two to relate about their own thrills and
challenges of life in those days. Sadly with the onset of Independence and the
Africanisation that followed, many, like ourselves, had to leave Kenya and start
a new life in another part of the world, be it Great Britain, Canada or
Australia. Nevertheless, our memories of those nostalgic times will linger in
our hearts forever.
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By
Alvira Almeida(nee D’Sa)
The
D’Sa family lived at the extreme end of Zanzibar Road and comprised my parents,
John and Artemisia, myself and my siblings, Antush, Avena and Francis. Sadly,
Avena passed away after a car accident in the ’60s.
Life
in Nairobi South was one big bonanza of happy and fun-filled times when never a
day went by without meeting and greeting neighbours and friends. Dad had an
open house, so all who entered were
invited to join in the family prayers like the Angelus
at 6 pm or the Rosary at 8 pm. Dad was a keen cyclist and would commute to and
from work on his bicycle merrily greeting passers-by whom he knew. I recall
there being a wonderful community spirit in that area when we shared our joys
and our sorrows as one big family. Special bonds of affection and friendship
were forged during those times . It was quite common for neighbours to borrow a
cup of salt or sugar when their own supplies ran low. One did not need to make
appointments to visit each other. One just came and went freely, in a spirit of
openness and ‘bonhomie’
Just
opposite our home was a field of corn whereas youngsters we would play hide-and-seek
and also help ourselves to some of the ripened cobs of corn. Soon we were
spotted by the owner of the field and severely reprimanded for our
misdemeanours. Mum did pay the farmer for his losses though. The stolen cobs of
corn tasted even better than those bought from the ‘mutumias’ who, carrying
their weighty supplies of fruit and vegetables, went from house to house to
earn a living. Opposite our house was a road where I used to race a bicycle
borrowed from our neighbours, the DeSouza’s.
Many of us participated in outdoor activities in the evenings or at
weekends. The playing field close-by would often see mainly boys enjoying games
of football or cricket. I remember having to pay a few shillings just to join
in such activities and I certainly made my presence felt much to the annoyance
of others.
Christmas
time was so wonderful and joyous and full of excitement. Most of the neighbours
would decorate their homes before the 25th December with the customary cribs
and stars, tinsel and colourful lights. My favourite moments at this time were
those that entailed the preparation of the various traditional sweets. Families
would take the time to make all varieties of sweets and then share with
neighbours and families in special trays covered with a white doyley or
serviette. Mothers would compete with each other to see who made the best
sweets. Mum was known for presenting a wide selection of delectable delights
like bibic, dodol, neurios etc etc. Our man servant Kamau used to be even more
excited than us youngsters as he would get his special ’bakshi’ at such festive
occasions.
Most
of us were educated at Dr Ribeiro Goan School where we were privileged to learn
and to make many friends, most of whom we still are in contact with. Such is
the nature of our Goan community – a community that prides itself not only on
educational skills, but social and sporting skills to boot!
By Christopher Moniz
The
Moniz family moved into our newly-built house in Deccan Road in 1954 as did our
relatives next door. For some time thereafter, and until the new housing
developed in the area, the open spaces behind one’s home was the stomping
grounds of various animals from Nairobi National Park situated close by.
During
1955, we welcomed into the family our baby sister, Esme, who was delivered by
Lambert’s mother, Mrs Lucy Pereira, at their home just down the road. For a
while my brother, Edward, and I revelled in playing soccer and cricket with a
tennis ball in our bedroom, much to the chagrin of my mother. So we were
relegated to the back yard and spent many a time climbing over the separating
wall into the back garden of our neighbours, the Georges, in order to retrieve
wayward balls. Later on, we sweet-talked the care-taker of Our Lady of Mercy
School who allowed us to make use of the school football field to amuse
ourselves and hopefully keep out of trouble.
The
corner of Deccan Road, just outside the Pereira residence, is where we would
often catch up with buddies to talk about all sorts of adventures, amusements
and of course the girls living in the area. Our family were fortunate to have
friendly and helpful neighbours and Christmas family visits were so special and
ever so much fun.
It
is true to say that Deccan Road was where four of my Dr Ribeiro Goan School
classmates resided, two of whom I am still in contact with!!
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