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Written by George Waiganjo: AfrikaNews contributor
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Saturday, 05 May 2007 |
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"Stella!"
There is no mistake it is me he means. I turn. It is a dark man at the corner of the ward, bed No. 29. He is sixty at least, take or add ten – of all the surprises of the Aids ward, age is the greatest. I walk back, my gift bag in one hand and the list of bed occupants in the other.
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Written by Gaylord Njui Gita
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Sunday, 23 December 2007 |
Prrrr, prrrr, prrr.
The sound punctuated the silence in the middle of the night like the rumbling of a volcano. The crystals of water hit the mabati roof in succession and with a vengeance like bullets from a militia’s Ak 47. The villagers were glued beneath their thin-veiled blankets for refuge. |
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Fiction 
