|Posted by Slykiz Kizito Nk. on July 5, 2013 at 2:35 PM||comments (7)|
I remember Kakuma with fondness and childhood familiarity.
It was a dry place but beautiful in many ways. Apart from the moonlit nights and the romantic stars, the best part of the day was between six to nine o’clock. To get to town from my LWF compound rat hole, I could pass a long bridge that hanged over the lagar, a particularly malignant physical feature that had relentlessly expanded over the years, and had taken in it’s expanding bed; fence and houses, toppling them ov...Read Full Post »