RIVER CHILD.

The thatched mud hut was dimly lit by a rusty old kerosene lamp. A woven mat spread out on the bare cemented floor held a relieved Dooshima. The agony she felt moments ago now seemed like a distant memory as she eagerly waited to be handed her baby. “This baby is not normal,” mama Mbapuun […]

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PLUCKED.

KWALE, 1993. Thunderstorms rumbled outside the thatched hut of mama Awele as the rain heavily pattered down to the old roof and unto the sandy ground. Every family in the small village was taking shelter in their huts. While some slept from the cold and relaxing feeling of the rain, others warmed their afternoon meals […]

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