Last week, I stood on the Galana–Kulalu plains, and for a moment, I simply breathed it in, thousands of acres of maize, lush and swaying under the coastal sun. This was not just a view; it was the physical proof that the long-delayed promise is finally alive.
When the Galana–Kulalu Food Security Project was launched in 2013, the ambition was audacious: turn 200,000 acres of semi-arid wilderness into a breadbasket capable of feeding the nation.
