I am thirty-seven years old, childless by circumstance and by choice. I’m still learning how to name it. I live in a small rural town where the road thins into red dust and silence arrives before evening. Here, the days move at a pace that resists urgency. If you had asked me five years ago what my life would look like now, I would have described a different geography entirely; an apartment in Nairobi with a view I barely noticed, a job that sou…
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