From Kigali to Nairobi

On the motorbike taxi journey to Kigali Airport I think about all the people I have met and all the stories that we have told: Fragments of personal existence. Ways of building friendship through the laughter or sadness shared. Kigali has been a place of many stories. I think first of Kathleen, the wonderful American... Continue Reading →

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