Aidan Hartley Aidan Hartley

What happened when I tried to buy back my father’s farm

Once, there were 3,500 cattle in our ranch on Kilimanjaro's slopes. But the Tanzanian government needs to eat

Joshua Simel, 18, a member of the Maasai ethnic group, walks with his cattle towards Tanzania in search of grassland to graze his herd on August 16, 2009 in Kisaju, Kenya. As Kenya continues to suffer from a devastating drought, some of which is man made, the Maasai people have been afflicted by a lack of traditional grassland and water for their herds. Some Maasai have been forced to travel with their herds as far as Tanzania and to the outskirts of Nairobi in search of elusive grass. Some parts of Kenya have not witnessed any significant rainfall for two years. (Photo by Spencer Platt/Getty Images) 
issue 25 October 2014

 Kenya

I perused the brochure produced by Tanzania’s state corporation for livestock ranching, aimed at attracting foreign investors. Under ‘beef production’ was a photo of an American bison. Tanzania’s state bureaucrats might not know what cows look like — but they still know how to eat them.

My father Brian Hartley had 3,500 cattle when socialist president Julius Nyerere nationalised our ranch on Kilimanjaro’s slopes. In the 1960s, Nyerere seized farms in ways Mugabe never dared emulate. I still have the note Nyerere scrawled in biro, taking my father’s business partner’s property within seconds of arriving there.

Eating began immediately. Dad stayed on to manage his former farm because it was home — but Nyerere’s men arrived regularly to show Communist bloc comrades the fruits of revolution. ‘Bring meat!’ they ordered. After a year of butchering steers, Dad left in disgust.

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