It’s been 3 years of struggle for environmental justice, resource rights and community rights on the Lake Turkana basin, and it’s been a journey of struggle and triumph, harsh reality and pure hope. Car breakdowns, fatigue that surpassed hunger, threats and abuses, appreciation and recognition, all these and more have been part of this journey. Along this journey I met lots of people both within and outside this country, those who opened up their homes to me, those who joined me in this struggle, those who shared their experiences, mentored me through the journey and those who shared their meals. The child who oblivious to what was going on came and tagged on my hand, giving me a sense that I was home, friends whose interaction on the social network no longer remained just virtual friends and I put a face to the name and later a persona to the name; Persons who become a very important part not only of my work but my life too, bearing the burdens and sharing the joys
It’s been a journey of burning the midnight oil, being bitten by insects, walking by the snakes, dancing and celebrating and appreciating the famous Lake Turkana fish; Nile perch or Tilapia, always making a great meal. Meetings with opponents that eventually saw people who sat across the room, cross over and offer support, friends who started in this struggle with me, move on and pick up struggles closer to home. It’s been a journey of local, national and international struggle, and it has equally been one of local, national and international celebration. And even if they were small celebrations, those are the ones that have given us the strength to face tomorrows challenge.
And with all this, there comes a time, when one realizes that one's accomplishments and unique journey through life have been made richer by the presence of those who have touched not only one's body, but also one's mind and one's spirit.
This lens is dedicated to the many gifted and gracious people who have left an incredible if not indelible impression upon me for which I shall be eternally grateful. To those who brought me into being, to those who have inspired me along my path, to those who have seen me angry and understood in silence, for those who I have ranted at and they excused me, to those who have seen me cry and allowed me to break down, to those who offered comfort and those that have joined me in the laughter, to those who have shared a meal, and shared the last drops of water. To those who have shown moral support, and in their own ways celebrated our victories or aired our concerns; To those who were there for me and taught me valuable lessons about what truly matters, to the loved ones who offered support, comfort, wisdom and motivation and most of all the love to make it all worthwhile.
I want to thank you all so much for being part of my journey and making this continued journey for social justice all so worthwhile.