A young boy stands in his bare hospital room. The floor is stone cold tiles in boring white, the air smelling like death and decay. A rickety kitanda is the only object in the room. The walls are yellowed, and covered in stains. Today is this young mans first full mwaka at the hospital. He was admitted a mwaka zamani after his little sister died. It was his sisters sixth birthday that she had ran after the dog into the middle of the street. It was as if time had froze as the man came whipping around the corner and his little sister died right infront of him. But, let's continue on with our young man....
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