Yet she could not remember her own name. She tried recalling all the female names she knew, certain she would recognise hers once she heard it. Fatuma. Naima. Khadija. Hawa. Malyun. Zainab. Ambiya. Batula. Rukiya. Ifrah. Quresha… None sounded like the name she would know to be hers.
Browsing: Ndoto Zetu
The water hyacinth menace may not go away overnight, but families are now able to conserve their environment. Hopefully soon, someone will enjoy safe swimming in Lake Victoria. Maybe that person will even be me. I can only hope.
When I think of how many times I hid my pads from the rest of my classmates, I cringe. I would throw them into a bag and hide them in a bush next to our toilets, so that if I had to leave class to change my pad, I wouldn’t have to carry anything with me