Forgotten hope
If I were to describe Busia in one word, it would be busy. Walk down the road and you'll see women balancing baskets of fruit on their heads, steel being grinded, goats waiting to cross the street, men gamblilng. Semis drive on the sidewalks. Everywhere you look there's another business. Shop is set up under trees where people wait in line to have their hair done or buy mangoes for lunch. There's fires in the ditches burning the trash, and the sweet smell of meat roasting takes hold of the hot air. There's business men running late for work, Masai tribesmen, devout...
