The one luxury I had brought on this trip was a battery-powered fan. Halfway through the night, in my dripping, hot hut in Loiyangalani, the fan died. I woke up to rain pounding on my thatched roof. Loiyangalani usually has consistent high winds; it is what makes life...
The drive from South Horr to Mt. Kulal is one of the reasons we have Semeji as security as it is a conflict zone between the different ethnic groups, mostly involving cattle raiding. Kura points out the riverbed where a Turkana general was ambushed and killed by the...
Crossing the Kaisut Desert to Korr is always an adventure. It is really not a desert but a semi-arid area of sand and clay and occasional trees and bushes; the views of the distant mountains are spectacular. We have crossed the Kaisut at night and during the day. I...
Everyone is up early for the long journey. Amina and Shankaron come by to say goodbye, as does Crazy Harry the German, the first white person I have seen in five years of working in the district. Harry rode his bike from Germany to Capetown and has now returned to...
I love my hut in Loglogo. The roof and sides of the hut are constructed by curved branches, lashed with jute and twine, and covered with the ever-present relief food bags and cardboard. Then the roof is finished on the outside with burlap bags and the inside is...
Rosemary and Golowa, BOMA’s other Business Mentor from Laisamis village, arrived at the campsite to join me for tea and mandazi. It gave us a chance to review the training program that all of the Business Mentors had attended in western Kenya. Rosemary felt the...
