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Entangled

I sat there on the seat of that barbershop, and looked at my hair through the mirror, taking one last glance, as if to permanently brand the image to my memory, perhaps so I could...

Remembering Naomi

I will want to cry at the dusty gates of Kiambu District Hospital, but I won’t I can’t Not with my grandmother looking at my brother and I straight in the eyes, her eyes...

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