Contributor: Dirky Henkel
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The passing fields along the Umbiquothi highway were now filled with collections of rubbish. Fires were dying out on meadows now more deathly black than green.
“It used to be beautiful,” Cammy remarked on the rot. She was leaning against the passenger window. Her left cheek was orange from the Kenyan sun, her blush of hair falling like a waterfall over a traditional caftan. She nudged John back to reality, and he released his grip on her hand, having forgotten that the ring of his finger was pressing down.
“Remember when they used to plant blueberries here, the kids who'd come play?”
“Times have changed,” he said. “In a bad way.”
“Who did this?”
“Daily Nairobi say Al-Shabaab,” their driver said, butting in. “So many killed yesterday. Senseless violence. That's Kenya. I have to say, you're brave. However...”
“Hm?”
“Maybe...
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Dirky Henkel
