I have just returned to the capital city from the Christmas break having spent time in rural South Nyanza at a place called North West Karachuonyo. I must confess that each time I visit the countryside and mingle with rural folk, I find myself wondering why the quality of life for rural folk hasn’t changed much despite the bragging and the extravagant promises we keep hearing from leaders.
Different parts of Kenya still live in different centuries in so far as basic amenities are concerned. Which begs the question: What, really, is the animal we call rural development?
