CHAPTER 28 : THE THREAD THAT SPLITS

The wind in the camp never stopped moving.

It blew ash across tarpaulin roofs, carried voices across makeshift lanes, and fluttered the edges of the dye tents like restless prayer flags.

The Dadaab hub had been silent for weeks.

Until it wasn’t.

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Amaka returned from the Kenya-Somalia border...

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