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River’s secrets: Desire at edge of death’s passing shadow
I grew up under many. I mean this literally. There was a mature tree in our village home in Kenya, with a canopy wide enough to shade a gathering of ten adults having a baraza.
A patient with Tuberculosis reflects on isolation, fear and uncertainty in hospital, finding hope in small signs of recovery.
Nairobi felt pretty with cool air, blue skies above the canopy of mature trees in bloom.
An emotional airport farewell captures the quiet pain, love, and sacrifice of a family sending their child abroad, turning a routine departure into a deeply personal goodbye.
He disappeared. Last seen heading towards Tanzania, he then vanished without a trace. He was my first cousin, just two classes behind me in primary school.
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