Valli Kemp - The story of my life in the limelight - and where I came from .
My start in life all started in Nairobi, Kenya, where my father had an abattoir in a place called Molo, the land of trees as they call it. He also had a huge shop in Nairobi called ’’Kemp’s Food store ‘’.
I was born late in their life , and I am sure I remember arriving with a thud after travelling through time past trillions of stars (I had this nightmare for most of my childhood) so fast it felt like I could not breath.
My life in kenya was idyllic, a farm and a house in Nairobi. Both had beautiful house, but I preferred the farm as I had my pussy cats, which I tamed like a lion tamer from being wild, and my little african mates - we called them toh toh’s - we used to run wild through the bushes, and, I suppose, the sort of jungle near our house, barefooted, getting big black thorns stuck in our feet sometimes, which stung like hell, but we just kept going, peeping at large ant eaters, eating ants, and scavenger birds, eating carcasses, climbing trees, hanging upside down by our knees like little monkeys.
We did not like toys, we played with old bike wheels and a stick, rolling it down hills and we also made soapbox cars out of old boxes. We also used to cook corn ,ie mealies on open fires, carefree and wild we were, it was perfect. My father had a canning factory and we employed lots of Africans. One day I said to my father why cant we build them some houses as they dont have ones like us, he did that and they were very nice terrace houses joined together.....on the first night he said lets see how they are enjoying them. When we arrived at 10pm we were very amused and laughing, there were all the boys sitting around the campfire drinking their African drink called Pocho, some getting ready to sleep under the stars and ......wait for it ... their animals were all nicely tucked up in their new houses ....goats, cows, chickens, dogs, in luxury, of the brand new homes.......but we just laughed it was what they wanted to do.