He never knew me, of course, but I've carried his books and his words through these intervening decades... and his death this week has reminded me to re-examine what the hell I'm still up to: still traveling to Nairobi after all these years, not exactly a tourist but certainly not a Kenyan, either.
He never knew me, of course, but I've carried his books and his words through these intervening decades... and his death this week has reminded me to re-examine what the hell I'm still up to: still traveling to Nairobi after all these years, not exactly a tourist but certainly not a Kenyan, either.
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