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Of Shoes and Socks
On our way to the train station in Mombasa, we passed a street lined with schools. And suddenly I was transported back to my own childhood where I attended primary school at the Agakhan School in Moshi. White shirts and green uniforms.White shirts with blue SkirtsChildren walking in groups, laughing,…
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Mombasa – where time stops still
They say when you arrive in Mombasa, it feels like a harusi – a wedding. And when you leave, it feels like a funeral. And nowhere is that more visible than at the airport or train station where goodbyes linger a little too long, and no one is quite ready…
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Curiosity: Our Greatest Superpower
As I spend time with Mos and Robi in Nairobi, I am constantly surprised by the number of questions they ask. “Is Batman stronger than Superman?”“Would a lion beat a cheetah in a fight?”“If a baboon carried Baby Coco, what would happen?”“Which team is better – the Atlanta Braves or…