I'm back to East Africa. Back to the cradle of the human
kind. Our ancestors spent some couple of thousands years on vast savannas of East Africa. No wonder being back feels like home. I have these landscapes, the grasslands and tropical forests,
pulsing in my veins. The way the sun tackles my cheeks and the wind lifts up the red dust on the blurry horizon. It looks familiar.
I'm back for longer. My main location is MeruNorth County, Kenya. 280 km away from Nairobi, North-East from Mount Kenya, few miles north
from the Equator, between the Meru National Park in the South and the Nyambene National Reserve in the North, somewhere where green and fertile hills ranging up to over 2500 m.a.s.l. meet dry
bush and fallow savannas. It is also about here that the bumpy asphalt road turns into an untarred sand track leading to the dry highland of the nomads of Kimeru, Samburu and Boran as well as the
I'm staying here working on a project with children not only
from my town but also from various remote villages in the bush and tiny settlements located on the tops of the hills. Due to the nature of the project I have quite a unique insight into the
ongoing issues in the so-called developing world of East Africa. And it is not big things and ambitious plans discussed at the summits of the UN or the African Union but the challenges
experienced by ordinary villagers that I'm going to comment on. Jump to the section blog, read on and
get properly africanized!