Farewell to a boyhood when the village teemed with life and some swag

This morning, I’ll return to my land of birth to bury a dear friend and relation, Paul Kibe. The news of his sudden illness took me to the KU Referral and Teaching Hospital—and the resultant Google Maps misadventures that I recounted last week.

Brother Paul, or more commonly, Fauro, as we localised his name with a bit of swag, was part of a quintet born within months of each other, so we did virtually everything together: sprinting to school barefoot with small knapsacks pounding the small of our backs.