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		<title>&#8220;Für Naledi: The Piano Lesson&#8221;</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>“Again! And sit up straight! You’re slouching.” Naledi repositioned herself on the stool in front of the piano. Her legs, dangling, were starting to go numb. As best as she could, she straightened her back, placed her fingers in position on the white keys, and began to play Für Elise from the beginning. She felt her fingers hit every note to the tempo. Dunk Dunk Dunk. Behind the music, she could hear the dull wooden sound of the key instructing the hammer to hit the string. She tried hard to distract her mind from the sound and focus on the</p>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>“Akinyi, you are such a good girl! Eh! Did you make these mandazi’s yourself?” Akinyi watched as Aunty Ruth grabbed four mandazi’s at a time, and dropped them onto her red plastic plate. Her mouth hastily took a bite that saw half of one mandazi disappear. “Yes Aunty Ruth,” she replied. Aunty Ruth sat on the only single seat sofa in the living room, because it was the only chair that could accommodate her size. Akinyi forced herself to look away, and moved to serving the other guests crammed into the small living room of the Owino house. “Mmm mmm</p>
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