One can already see the dark clouds already circling the village of Ndurutu. Yes thats where i was born. I miss the coffee fields, i miss the chirpping of the weaver birds, as they jumped from one berry to another, i miss the singing of crickets at night...i miss my people.
We have the coffee harvesting season in June..my people will be sleeping tonight so tired from the fields, do not despair; there is hope after all..
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