<translate> Thursday, and the balmy mid-morning December heat finds a bunch of us in Kilifi, seated under the soothing shade of a massive Mkilifi tree. The place with its quiet and calming disposition is something a friend and I concur we could get used to. The residence as Kevin, the moderator would point out later, was built in 1905 is surrounded by trees and greenery, a welcome ambience from our flurry metropolis Mombasa with more concrete than green and more tuktuks than other modes of transport. But then again, would it even be fair to compare the tone of a small island with that of an expansive boondocks with lots of room where serene pockets can be created away from the city and its cacophonic rise to cosmopolitanism? <swh>Alhamisi, Desemba, na joto tulivu la asubuhi linatupata jimbo la Kilifi chini ya kivuli cha mti mnene wa aina ya Mkilifi. Mahala hapa penye utulivu wa aina yake panatufanya mimi na mwenzangu tukubaliane kuwa ni mahali ambapo nasi hatungejali kuishi. Makaazi haya - kama mwelekezi wetu, Mwachiro alivyoelezea baadaye, yalijengwa mwaka wa elfu moja, kenda mia na tano- yamezungukwa na miti na mandhari ya hudhurungi na utulivu wa kupendeza, tofauti na fujo za mji wetu, Mombasa, uliojaa zege na miti michache, na tuktuk nyingi kuliko namna zingine za usafiri. Lakini tena, itakuwa ni haki kufananisha hali ya kisiwa kidogo na nyika pana iliyo na nafasi tele ambapo vijifuko vya utulivu vinaweza kubuniwa mbali na mji na fujo zake za kufikia kilele cha kufanana na miji mingine mikubwa ulimwenguni? 