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Sele didn’t watch the news. He was sweeping the steps of the police post when a shadow fell over him.

“I have to, Afande,” Abdi whispered. “The system you protect… it forgot us a long time ago. I can’t fight the system. But I can burn their warehouse.” nitarudi na roho yangu afande sele

He looked up.

Sele pointed a thick finger at Abdi’s chest. “Your soul. You leave your soul here, in Kibera. A man fighting for revenge has no soul. He is just a ghost. But if you leave it with me, I will keep it safe. I will water it. I will pray for it. And when you finish your war… you will have to come back to collect it.” Sele didn’t watch the news

Sele’s jaw tightened. He knew what Abdi was planning. It was a suicide run. He had seen a hundred boys leave this slum for the coast, their heads full of revenge, only to return in body bags shipped up on a cheap lorry. “The system you protect… it forgot us a long time ago