Diary of a Dissenter: The Week From My Window
My father’s people have been Mau-Maus for hundreds of years. No one else has rights to claim the fruits of their toil and suffering, or the windy tracks they scored through their patchworks of fields.
Ben Bulben looks enviously across the road to Maugherow
Resurrection, Maugherow
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SATURDAY
I’m hearing strange rumblings about …