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The night before Kojo was due to fly back to Nairobi, Ama found herself sitting on the floor of her bedroom, surrounded by memories.
She had opened the old shoebox - the one she'd stuffed under her bed nearly six months ago. Inside were envelopes of different colours and sizes, all neatly sealed. Some had dates written on the front. Others wer