Desde un hospital de Kenia

Desde un hospital de Kenia: Maria Ferreira.

30 articles

Un malquerer en Kikuyu

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.

Voces de Somalia: ablation

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.

Chronicle from Garissa, the terrrorista bombing which no one speaks

I'm in a hotel in Garissa and I am one of the few foreign field. 147 dead in Kenya and what. 147 dead in Kenya and our dignity in tatters, friends. 147 dead and fear remains. And the inhabitants of Garissa running down the road to get home before curfew. And terror. And the constant threat. And we sleep quiet today because today, this time, us we have not done pupa

Grow old in Kenya

We could be in any city in the world. Everything is friendly, but we started talking, relaxed, and Mina anecdote tells how he was kidnapped last week. goodbye jazz, Goodbye friendly atmosphere, goodbye wonderful spring temperature.
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