A little over a decade ago, a classmate in High School described how the road to his Moyale home looked like. In his words, there were only pockets of hamlets across the not so road-looking path they traveled on from Isiolo to Moyale.
He looked the part as well; you could see the dust on his silky hair every time he walked into the school gates from home, and he needed whole day’s rest to wear off the tiresome 4 day journey he had just come from. Last month however, a trip to Isiolo painted a totally different picture for me; Tangles of cranes, shipping containers, and snaking lines of trucks waiting to load and unload cargo. Isiolo came alive in my eyes. Whispers from the local folk made me understand that what was initially a three day journey from Isiolo to Moyale now took just 10 hours.