Nairobi, Jan. 19 -- If you are a regular reader of this column, you will have heard me pour my farming lamentations onto this page once. I purportedly rear sheep and goats somewhere deep in the sticks of eastern Laikipia.

I love and hate my farming life in equal measure for no other reason than it is the one aspect of my life where all my academic and corporate qualifications mean absolutely nothing. Farming is where thoroughly uneducated city slickers and their wallets go to die an ignominious death.

Carol Musyoka:Character development from farming

Two years ago, I made the sensible decision to become food secure after the drought of early 2023 almost brought my sheep and my wallet to starvation point. You see, those four-legged critt...