“Mazungu, mazungu sasa hoja.. SASA HOGA,” the man yelled.  I could not remember hoja in Swahili, but sasa meant now.  As the busload teemed toward me, I followed suit.  From the back of the rickety school bus, I leaped out the emergency exit onto the savannah.  Five guards, all under the age of 18, with…

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