Wafula WakokoBut this was not the first time. I had lost count. Not because my memory is failing – at times the mind affords us little and unexpected luxuries called forgetting. I was in class six when it first happened. My breasts were visible with stubborn...
But this was not the first time. I had lost count. Not because my memory is failing – at times the mind affords us little and unexpected luxuries called forgetting. I was in class six when it first happened. My breasts were visible with stubborn...
