knew what boarding meant. At that point, I stopped crying even though I just felt the whole "boarding school" idea was not something to be happy about. My brother and I were to be taken to a boarding school in Kwale. However, after long pleas with my father to withdraw the idea, he said he couldn't, but rather, he would take our sister with us to the same school. Now in 2004, my sister would
I saw my mother approach, from afar. She wore a yellow coat. I felt a feeling of relieve. That I was no longer alone. When she reached my bed, she stood by my side. We did not talk. We just stared. At least that is what I recall. I wondered where the rest of my family was. I later came to know about the various restrictions that had been put at the time. Keep reading.
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