365 days ago in Garissa | by Doreen Saringi
His round face was neatly shaven leaving only a thin line of hair extending from…
Author Doreen Saringi
Doreen Saringi
I see pain everyday. It is my job. I listen to heartbreaking stories. I see life and death when I go to work. These things haunt me into writing, and sometimes, into screaming.
Getting To Zero
I keep hearing gunshots from downstairs. The nine o’clock news bulletin is over and my…