SEE STORIES, NOT JUST FACES.

I’m sitting in a dark house made of mud and cow dung. There is a family of twelve standing around me, offering me tea and lunch. The walls are covered with posters of H1N1 flu information and immunizations charts. This is decor. I’m sitting beside Vicky, a young girl in uniform that I met an hour ago at the Kisaruni school in Kenya. She’s smiling at me as a chicken sits by her feet. burgundy colored pieces for the lady accompany the brides

Sixty minutes ago I didn’t know Vicky’s story, rather I only kn...

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