Joyce Wachau Chege I still have the text I sent my mother at 12:32 am on the 7th of March: “Nimefika sahi” translated to “just got here now.” Two words, sent after nearly eight hours standing in a doorway in town, watching six people fall into potholes. I still remember the smell of sewage in …
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