*****Nyota*****
***Nyota***The sun in Paradise Lost, Nairobi, dips low, painting the distant bamboos in hues of burnt umber and wildfire-orange.The air is thick with the scent of acacia and dust, something that normally calms my restless soul.Every element under her control, this woman who shouldn’t exist outside the pages of some celestial travelogue.They call her Nyota – Swahili for “star.” But Nyota isn’t a…
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