He lived in haste and with open eyes, traveled the roads without fear; the red dust stained my clothes and I adorned lashes. Gobbled new words, engulfing the pain of others, gobbled gobbled injustice and hunger. View spectacular sunrises and sunsets disappointing it became routine, I learned a lot about illegal drugs, prostitution and murder. I thought that life was. I thought that was enough.

There are times Earth Bruges in reaching smell everything and you have to separate some pages, breathe and do an exercise of memory is to remind humans. I read a few books on Africa and, course, I have never faced such a work. Perhaps because none of the authors I have read I could tell in the first person what tells Maria. She did not run away from Makuyu, as we would almost all, She stood there hating and loving the land

At 14 years they married and had to stop studying. At 16, She gave birth to a girl in a hospital in Nairobi. She wept inconsolably for days. 'I wanted to have a child- repeated tearfully. "My daughter will suffer so much! Sorry, sorry, sorry…", she told her baby.

For Mama Fatuma was not a happy day: her husband had to divorce her. He married he does 25 years, but she had stopped menstruating few months ago and her husband decided to marry a fertile woman.