The sun was setting as we gathered in the shade of Amina’s huts in Korr. Kura had arranged for me to meet with the...
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The Squirrel and the Elephant
A few months ago, Kura and I were sitting by the Ewaso Nyiro River in Samburu. After a 12 day trip in the field, we...
A Baby Named Boma
When we arrive back at Judy’s house a large group of women are waiting for us. They’re beautifully adorned in their...
The Famine Next Time
A recent opinion article by Samuel Loewenberg in The New York Times (November 26, 2011) correctly observes that the...
The Trees of Sand
At dawn we drove out of the village toward the Chalbi Desert, a land of dry volcanic sand that stretches all the way...
BOMA Accolades on the Web
BOMA was recently listed as one of “50 Nonprofits Making a World of Difference” on the Matador Network, a Website that...
Begging is the First Born
At Judy’s home in Kargi there is a stick hut with burlap walls. It has a dirt floor, a bed made of sticks and a thin...
The Face of Food Aid
The town of Marsabit is on the Cape Town to Cairo road, a main artery of the African continent. Just two hours west of...
The Ominous Falam
When we drove up the western side of Mount Kulal to reach the village of Gatab, our vehicle had to negotiate the steep...



