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    Killing Trees
    Killing Trees
    Killing Trees
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    Killing Trees

    By Dora Okeyo

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    "I killed my first tree when I was in class three. I killed my first tree when I was in class three."

    This is my confession, or maybe I should start with how I came to this point right here...

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherDora Okeyo
    Release dateApr 10, 2019
    ISBN9781386345800
    Killing Trees
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    Dora Okeyo

    Dora is a Kenyan Writer. She is currently wandering along the shores of Lake Victoria.

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      Killing Trees - Dora Okeyo

      I killed my first tree when I was in class three.

      My parents were secondary school teachers. My father taught Biology and Agriculture but his love shone more in football because the first thing he ever taught me was neither Biology nor Agriculture but the reason why a football team had eleven players. My mother taught English Literature and Christian Religious Education, but we all knew Jesus was like that green brooch she wore to church, she called upon him when she wanted to but when it came to a beating or a tongue lashing, Jesus, just like Father took a backseat often raising the newspaper so high you’d forget there was a person hidden behind those leaves.

      We were at the table. Mom had prepared my favorite dish,

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