“Son, the rains failed us this season,” my father observed, standing over the land, looking at the farm: stunted maize crops on one side and shriveling rows of kales on the other, sloping down into the valley. That spelled…
“Son, the rains failed us this season,” my father observed, standing over the land, looking at the farm: stunted maize crops on one side and shriveling rows of kales on the other, sloping down into the valley. That spelled…
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