Culture soothes Turkana locals from cattle rustling

By JOE OMBUOR

They say wonders never cease to happen. I watched in awe while at the shores of Lake Turkana recently as sunset and moonrise changed hands. It was 6.20pm. Minutes later, the sun that had been inching towards its Western home dimmed across the azure waters and a full moon was firmly in control, lighting the undulating desert landscape, home to some of Kenya’s most warlike communities.