Celebrating East African Writing!
I am hungry and freezing. I did not think that it would be this cold at night. Turns out that the Mombasa heat is not transferred to he night. I had run away as soon as I came home from school. Thank God I did nor meet anyone I knew. I don’t think I would have lied anymore. I have always been Miss Do-it-right. But I could not take the humiliation anymore.She called me a liar and slapped me when I told her what uncle Peter had done to me,but maybe it was just my imagination.
Zipporah Muli, Write with Amka