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By the time I was five, I knew the stories as well as she did, and I began

sharing them with my friends.

Mama and I earn our living from maize flour. Every morning, we wake up

before sunrise to make ugali from the flour. “Use your muscles, Furaha!”

Mama laughs, “or you will be eating the burnt parts for breakfast, lunch, and

dinner!”

Laughing, I flex my arms for her and pound away at the porridge. Stir, stir,