Here I was, in the throes of labor and in comes the doctor, wearing . . . no, not scrubs, not a white coat, but . . . .
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Living in Africa
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One night my mate came home bearing a gigantic blood sausage, a gift from a Kikuyu farmer concerned about my failure to get pregnant . . .
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Shopping in an African market: It’s not your American mall, but you can get your hair done, and where better to find dried shrimp by the kilo?
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Are we speaking English in Kenya? I was annoyed with the response I received when I offered tea to two rain-drenched African girls. Sheesh!
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How getting your daily fix of good bread can make you feel like a criminal. If you live abroad, politics may get in the way of your habit.
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