The land is vast. One can see as far as the mountains of Uganda hundreds of miles away. People have walked this road from Eritrea, Ethiopia, DR Congo, Rwanda, Burundi, Uganda, Somalia, and South Sudan escaping civil war and persecution. It represents freedom and safety. But the cruel irony, is that few ever take this road out of Kakuma. They are refugees trapped with nowhere to go.
Each morning, I stand along the roadside and watch with curiosity as those from many cultures walk by. They’ve all endured unimaginable heartbreak and violence and live in a place they legally may never call home. They face corruption within the system, a lack of food and water, and harsh living conditions where the temperature hovers around 100°.
My view is of a thread of road that cuts through this wide expanse of desert and open sky. As they walk into their day, they look towards the horizon and continue to hope that one day they’ll be allowed to venture somewhere ‘out there’ where they’ll be welcomed and can lead a life of integrity.