Whispers Of The Savannah

hing beyond the horizon, and yet here she was-small, insignificant in the grand sweep of nature, bound by the limitations of her village and her gender. In Ndomo, girls like her were e

r, far grander than anything Ndomo could offer-a future in the city, perhaps even as a doctor, bringing mode

, when the rest of the village was asleep, she would slip away from the comfort of her family's hut and sneak into the fields with her small, tattered notebook. Under the soft glow of the stars, she would read the books that her

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aving whole families paralyzed with fear. People started coughing up blood. Their skin turned pale and cracked. The elders called it a curse, but Amina

ous, his breathing shallow. Their mother, Mama Zuri, did her best with the herbs and potions she had learned over the years, but it wasn't enough. Amina's