I took all these photos and more while i was doing a road survey in te turkana for my trucks and low bed trailers, the project was to send hundreds of truck loads packed with massive 30 meter long blades and 40 tons generators to assemble over 300 wind mills south of lake turkana (apparently the winyest place on earth). We went north past Isiolo, Archer Post, towards Marsabit where we spent the 2nd night, then we drove back about 50kms to Leisamus, and turned West to cross the Chlbi Desert (dead camel), and joined south Horr, then north toward the lake, through the immensity of fjord, rocky out-crops and ocean of crisp lava ... we were in Turkana country. I was very surprised to see people without modern shirt, cotton fabriqs, and no plastic bags no-where, but half naked people, very few men (often in groups and well armed), very few boys and lots of young and old girls slaving under the sun fetching and carrying everything from precious water to fire wood. A lot of them are very angry and tough and my photos aim at depicting the harsh realities of their lives in this region ... the only one single page of pretty pimped-up turkana girls (9 square photos) are contrasting with a crude description on the opposite page of female genital mutilation ... beauty beyond pain and stupid stone-age practices. The last page gives a little hope through the long shots of the kids, kids are always a figure of hope, yet again if yo ulook closely enough, the middle photo show these kids begging for money ... for survival. I hope you enjoy. Frank Duffau email@example.com
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