It is 4pm in Kisumu West, the clouds heavy and promising rain a welcome change after weeks of scorching sun across the region. As the wind gathers, I arrive at the modest but warm compound of Mama and Baba Triplets in Tiengre.
Before I can knock, three girls rush to the gate, moving in perfect synchrony, smiling alike, dressed identically. Their resemblance is unmistakable, the kind only siblings who have shared not just a womb but a journey of survival can possess.