It’s not every day you go to Kilifi. But when you do, you can’t stop talking about it. The Kenyan coastal destination has sincere charm and untamed beauty. So once you watch the recap video of Kilifi New Year 2017/2018, you know you have to go back and finish what you started.
This new year’s party is always a good reason to travel to Kilifi. It has been happening at Distant Relatives eco-lodge and backpackers, one of Kilifi’s well-known gems, since 2014.
For the 2018 countdown, the East African music festival moved to a new location – a remote jungle next to the Takaungu creek of Indian Ocean. Just imagine 20 acres of a grassy plateau surrounded by epic thousand-old-baobab trees. No wonder the location is called Beneath The Baobabs.
Every end of the year, this deserted baobab jungle transforms into a magical adult’s playground. There is a bigger space now for animal installations, several stages, baobab decks, shower swings and a water slide. And even some more for a pair of donkeys to roam.
And so for the second year in a row, my friends and I made the 8-hour pilgrimage to the quiet coastal town. Left all our worries in crazy Nairobi to usher in the new year with music lovers from around the globe.
And from December 30th 2018 to January 2nd 2019, we danced to electronic, dub and reggae music from Kenya, Africa, and the world.
But Kilifi New Year is more than just the music. It’s a wholesome vacation experience. To show you what I mean, here are some 6 things that made Kilifi New Year 2019 unique from other East African music festivals.
I mean, this is why we attend festivals in the first place. The music started blasting on 29th December during the pre-party dubbed Before The Baobabs at Distant Relatives. With Suraj, Jinku, Max Doblhoff and other well-known DJs, we got a taste of the alternative electronic music we were going to dance to for the next three days and three nights.
This round there were three music stages at Kilifi New Year – instead of two. The Main Stage and the new Hidden Valley housed EDM DJs, most of them Kenyan. And of course, the mighty Umojah Stage brought the heavyweight Umojah Sound System rigs all the way from Nairobi.
The Main Stage was undeniably the main attraction, with an elaborate LED stage beneath an ancient baobab tree. And aerial dancers dangling from its branches during certain DJ sets. The world-renowned Funktion-One speakers proceeded to deliver an overdose of house and techno music during the 3-day music festival.
There was less live music than last time, with only Abaki Simba percussion troupe acting as the opening act on 30th December. And a half-live performance of Makadem with Pete on the Corner, which many of us felt dimmed the Benga star’s shine.
In Kenya, you want to hear authentic Kenyan music. This made us gravitate more to the Umojah Stage which gave us something different. Conscious hip-hop by NuNairobi’s finest Kerby and Marcus Wi, heavy dub sets by Dread Steppa and Lyon H_art, and fiery reggae sessions by Uganda’s Blessed San and Kenya’s Lavosti.
What impressed me about the main stage was the well-choreographed stage lights. When they interacted with the party smoke, they created this trippy festival effect you only see on YouTube. However, there was no need for any artificial smoke at the Umojah stage, if you know what I mean.
Kilifi New Year 2019 introduced something new to the festival program. Kisima – Swahili for well – is a much-needed wellness space to feed the mind, body and soul. It offered free sessions of yoga, dance, meditation and art therapy for all. These healing workshops kept us occupied during the day while we nursed our previous nights’ hangovers.
In the soul area, I attended the popular cacao ceremony (which included drinking of real unrefined cacao) and a connection session that allowed us to be vulnerable with each other.
Later I learnt capoeira, a Brazilian martial arts dance, and my first ever belly dancing routine at the body section. There was also a sanctuary for art therapy and counselling, which I should have probably taken advantage of.
I simply had to attend the newly opened Kilifi New Year University at the administration house, the only permanent building on the site. This hippie university held engaging panel discussions led by the witty BBC Africa presenter Ciru Muriuki. They covered world issues like LGBTQ rights, feminism, sex and taboos (my favourite), racism in Kenya and freedom of travel.
Kisima enriched our new year festival experience and gave us something to talk about. It was the healing therapy we needed for the new year. I mean, which other East African festival do you get such cool workshops?
Kilifi New Year is known for its conscious and sustainable living, and it was evident everywhere. For the whole month of December, the festival builders and volunteers build the stages, bars, installations and structures using cheap naturally-available materials. Apart from some eco-friendly toilets that had cement seats, everything else was predominantly made from cloth, wood, makuti, bamboo stems and tree branches.
Talk about saving money, and the environment.
I’m always fascinated by their compost toilets which don’t use water, only sawdust. And their outdoor eco showers allowed you to look up at the green trees and blue sky while showering, just like at Distant Relatives.
Also, part of the previous festival ticket sales was used to plant indigenous trees in Kilifi – I spotted a couple of thriving seedlings around the site. There was also a new permaculture garden by Barefoot Soulutions – the future of sustainable agriculture.
The festival organizers believe in working around nature rather than against it. That’s why for the 2019 edition, we were encouraged to bring our own plastic cups and bottles as there would be no single-use plastics and glasses handed at the bar. For those of us who didn’t have, we bought reusable cups branded ‘Beneath The Baobabs’ which now act as a sweet souvenir.
Despite the well-distributed trash points on site, I was disappointed to find littered plastic bottles and cigarette boxes after the festival. It seems our disregard for waste pollution is still highly ingrained. Maybe the festival organizers should set a day to educate us on the importance of environmental consciousness, how to make most out of the Kisima workshops, and even how to use drugs safely.
At least there was a play safely tent that was all about sexual matters, and free condoms in the eco-toilets.
Like many East African festivals, Kilifi New Year allows its international attendees to interact with the local community. It employs the local Mijikenda people as workers, watchmen, cooks and drivers. The volunteers got to bond with them the most, creating a close-knit family.
You can’t avoid using tuk-tuks and motorbikes, the most common means of transport in Kilifi, to move between the remote plantation and simple town. This forces you to automatically switch to your Swahili language settings like your kabambe phone. After all, we Kenyans are known to be adaptive to our surroundings.
Remember the part I said this festival attracts people from all over the world? Thanks to the relaxed nature of Kilifi, the diverse crowd evolves into one big global village. You meet hippies, backpackers, artists and healers with the most interesting job descriptions.
This predominantly white crowd gets the festival culture of leaving your routine life behind for a few days to become a kid again. They share the freedom of dressing for the weather without the flashiness of Blankets and Wine or Africa Nouveau Festival. Shorts and bare chests, body paint and henna, African print and Bongosawa, dreadlocks and man buns.
You come to Kilifi New Year for the music, but end up spending more time bonding with these people. You meet them at the shower swings and umbrellas when you’re all looking to cool down on those hot unforgiving afternoons. Or at the food stalls when you’re thirsting for some refreshing coconut water from Zazibar – not to be confused with Zanzibar.
On the last day, I was lucky enough to meet Warren Wilson, the happy-go-lucky owner of The Food Movement restaurant. I have to come back to Kilifi town for that fruit salad in a pastry treat and more of his quirky meals.
5. Hippie life
In Kilifi, you end up becoming a hippie. It’s inevitable when you’re living your whole life in a camping tent.
You stop caring how you look; there are barely any mirrors anyway. There’s always dirt under your nails like a caveman; you soon realize you haven’t showered with soap in three days. In no time, you are walking around barefoot to connect with mother earth.
Camping also teaches you the underrated importance of mattresses. And that you are better off sleeping outside during the day as your tent transforms into a live human furnace.
For those who love comfort and couldn’t stand sleeping on the ground, there were boutique glamping tents this time. This luxurious (and expensive) accommodation included dedicated showers and actual beds.
Drive-in campers were also allowed to sleep in their massive vehicles for a fee, while the rest stayed outside the festival site in lodges and Airbnb.
But for the rest of us, our free camping days were marked with community living – tents closely pitched next to each other in our temporary village. I spent many lazy afternoons lying on the ground under the whistling green trees. And at night, I would snuggle under the blue-black sky blanket counting stars. They shine so brightly over there, by the way, you can almost see the whole Milky Way.
In those few days, I realized freedom isn’t having loads of money in your bank account. It’s picking fallen mangoes on the ground without asking anyone. It’s making your own tamarind juice in a bottle using the tamarind seeds you collect from one abundant tree. It’s climbing low trees even though you never did as a kid and finding some inner balance.
6. The Burn
Everyone who attends Kilifi New Year Festival always looks forward to one thing. This annual ritual – borrowed from the Burning Man Festival – involves burning a giant wooden structure on 1st January. But why would we burn something which took long hot months to build?
For most, it’s to signify a new beginning, free of the previous year’s baggage. This time however, the structure had a deeper meaning. The half rhino-half man structure was a tribute to the last male Northern White Rhino Sudan, who died at Ol Pejeta Conservancy in Kenya in 2018. I hear there are currently efforts to keep the subspecies alive using artificial reproductive methods like IVF.
On 1st January at 11.30pm, we left the different music stages and moved like a crusade to the burn site below the main festival site. The burn procession was complete with fire dancers, percussionists and costumed hippies. Everyone congregated in the wide valley to watch this unique spectacle.
With a torch pulled up to the rhino’s head, the makuti leaves and sticks burned fiercely like that is what they were born to do. A cloud of golden sparks floated above the rhino-man and rained on us like a hot shower. I could only imagine the burn team watching all their hard work go down to ashes. At least they were allowed to get high on the job.
For me, this burn signified something different. I want to have that much fire in everything I choose to do in 2019.
On the following morning, the air felt different. The booming music shut down at noon and the festival site was emptying, attendees migrating back to their routine lives. It was over. All that was left were the last hippies of Kilifi.
My standing philosophy is this: a festival experience is not complete until you spend at least one more day around. Or 4 in my case.
Every day becomes a new adventure.
One evening I took an hour drive up to Malindi to catch an art gallery opening. The new Shala Heart charmed me with its relaxing yoga retreat vibes and unique outdoor gallery. I plan to go back to little Italy town with the Hutchery Live boys soon.
The other days spent in Kilifi were put to good use. You simply have to visit the white sandy Bofa Beach, which is refreshingly free from beach boys and crowds. And where I enjoyed the tastiest coconut water in town.
A visit to the famous Musafir dhow for its regular sundowner party was also necessary, before its next voyage. My friend and I lingered in the Kilifi Creek for a few minutes before we left that night. And indeed, we saw the sparkling bioluminescence in the ocean that everyone in Kilifi talks about.
For our final night in Kilifornia, we took a tuk-tuk back to DR (if you know you know) to enjoy a free Bengatronics concert. The eco-lodge always keeps Kilifi nightlife interesting with its regular live concerts. Plus Friday is always pizza night!
Kilifi New Year 2019 felt like it was made for white foreigners with the non-stop house music, overpriced rolleggs, and lack of palm wine or mnazi on site (we had to hustle). As one friend joked, it was easy to spot a black person in the crowd.
However, Kilifi New Year 2020 promises more live African music with festival tickets slightly cheaper for East African citizens. And they delivered it with that impressive East African lineup.
Either way, this new year vacation was worth all the expensive tuk-tuk rides, sleepless nights spent on the dance floor and super tanned skin. Once Kilifi steals your heart, you can’t have it back.
After a week, I was ready to go back to Nairobi and face the city’s madness once again. But Kilifi is home now.