Today it happened. The last pencil, for the last test was put down. The last student stood up from her desk, exhaled and pushed her chair to its proper spot. She turned in her test, gave a knowing smile to a nodding teacher and walked out of Term 1. Completed, she took the short path from the classrooms, past the dining hall to her dorm room. Strolling past purple, orange and pink bougainvillea and under darkening thunderheads, some rumbling their personal promise of rain, this Daraja Academy student, like many of her sisters uses her solo walks on campus to reflect…

So many experiences were shuffled into her first term in high school. Just making it INTO secondary school, when it appeared that all hope was lost, arriving after days of traveling to meet girls from all parts of Kenya, girls from 13 to 17 who would become roommates and