I designed this last year for Darfur’s plight, without a stint of an idea that Kenya would cry the same tears. For a moment, things took a sudden turn. I’ve been quiet. Maybe because I felt that this time the pen wouldn’t be mightier, so writing was shadowed by my reflections that are better left un-uttered in detail.
Now here is the same piece that I wrote for Darfur that I am writing for my Kenya. Bet its just another case of same script, different casts. I am heavy.
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