By Benda N. Kithaka   “My husband told me I had a lump…” she told all of us, after four rough days up the Mountain.   Ok, let me back up a little. In September[…]

By Benda N. Kithaka   I grew up in the little village where sugar was a scarce commodity. Mom always knew a quarter kilo should last us – a family of seven – two weeks.[…]