BY BLACK EDWARD ON A bustling Friday morning, as I patiently awaited my turn at the passport offices, the air was charged with a mix of anticipation and restlessness. Amidst the hum of conversations and the shuffling of papers, my attention was drawn to an elderly woman who stood beside me, her eyes reflecting pain….
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