Hotel cleaning lady in Entebbe. On my arrival, I was badly jet-lagged. She came to me, “Bwana, your shirt is on backwards.” This is after I changed it correctly. I thanked her New Life and Death: On the Refugee Camp Rollercoaster Sometimes I write because I want to. Other times, it’s because I …
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