One of the things that I least expected to see in Turkana was a farm. They are traditionally pastoralist communities, traveling to where they can graze their animals. Day two found us in the middle of the desert, climbing over walls of sticks and brush, to find sorghum that grew over six feet tall. The spinach leaves were larger than my head. As with (most) all things development, it is the result of time, trial and error, community commitment and well-water.
Near the river, or not so near,
in the midst of dirt, or is it sand,
defined, marked, patterned
by thorn tree’s,
walking, climbing
over gates into the plot,
are planted things.
Living, as it is.
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Sustainable agriculture created by trial and error. Well water – did they dig themselves?