The hour-long drive from Lusaka had molded our body parts to one another as we lurched over speed humps large enough to reduce even the most ambitious speed racer to a snail’s pace.
As I unfolded my legs and blinked at the bright sun, I scanned the group of children running toward the bus. Laughter and young voices flitted through the air.
The mamas stepped out of their houses…beautiful grins spread across their faces. Each raised a hand of greeting while bending down to occasionally assist a younger child with a shoe or straighten a shirt.
I adjusted my backpack and shifted my focus. A handsome young boy stood before me. A huge, toothy grin spread across his face….
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