by Maria Ruiz
“What do you mean? We have to go home.” I thought I had misunderstood the man behind the desk and the custom office.
We had popped over to Tanzania for the weekend, expecting to return to our apartment in Nairobi on Monday. Now the officials at the border were telling us that we would either have to return home, go to Somalia, or to Zambia before we could return for another six months. The first two choices were out, so we thought, 'Why not?’ Zambia and the Victoria Falls it is.