I never knew your name. I don’t need to know it to remember, your wild heart branded my soul.
The first time I saw you, my family and nine other souls working on the construction of a large water catchment project in Kenya were riding in an old armored van given to us by the British Army. We were crossing the Rift Valley on our way back from Nairobi, travelling toward the Aberdare Ranges where we lived. The adults were armed. The Mau Mau…
