Why are you going back, after all we did to get out?': returning to the Kenyan refugee camp that shaped my childhood

The earliest memories of my life are from the Kakuma refugee camp... both drawn to him and terrified by his suffering.

I remember lying in a bed in what could have either been a room or a tent. In this memory, my mum is sitting in a chair beside me. She looks anxious, her face stricken.

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