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EYES OF THE MOTHERLAND

There’s an interesting story behind her. She turned out to be the wife of our driver. She was Maasi—and he was from another tribe. He was dressed in jeans and shirts and a really ‘go getter’, she ran the farm and stayed in her native dress. Only because Mr. T knew him so well did he drive to his place and let us meet her. I was astounded and awed.