Nitarudi Na Roho Yangu Afande — Sele

“Karibu nyumbani, mtoto wangu,” Sele whispered. Welcome home, my child.

Sele didn’t watch the news. He was sweeping the steps of the police post when a shadow fell over him. nitarudi na roho yangu afande sele

Abdi tilted his head.

“Nimerudi,” Abdi said. I have returned. “Karibu nyumbani, mtoto wangu,” Sele whispered

“Sele,” he said, his voice steady for the first time that night. “The police took my father. The cartel took my sister. Poverty took my mother. The only thing I have left that is truly mine is my will. My roho.” ” Sele whispered. Welcome home