By Said M. Dahir | Bandhige.com
I still remember when mothers in the neighborhood used to call me and asked me favors. Very often, under the trees I used to listen to these mothers and write for them letters they would then send their husbands elsewhere in the world. There were no telephones and very few people could read. It was late 1980s and I was in my grade two. The literacy levels were so low that even an entire block might not have one single person able to read and write and would depend on grade two for reading and writing.
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