The stop nobody plans for
— until they can't stop
thinking about it.

It started as one butchery on this street.

Long-haul drivers heading for Mombasa learned the name first — a light still on at 2am, a plate of meat that made the last stretch of road worth it. What was one counter became two, a hundred metres apart, both keeping the same hours as the highway itself: all of them.

Bullhead was never built for people who already knew Emali. It was built for the ones just passing through, who weren't planning to stop — until they did.