When I arrived in Kenya, thirty-six years ago now, I thought that Africans were a people who traveled on foot.
The coastal roads had little traffic, but along their sides there was a constant stream of the colorful humanity that I still never tire of observing: men, women, and children walking for miles, often barefoot, because that was how they had always done it and because any other means of transportation belonged to the realm of luxury. The…
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