What we had stumbled upon was not a joyful wedding procession but most likely the forced and illegal marriage of a young girl.
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Today, almost five years to the day since I flew to Nairobi to begin my first African adventure, I'm sitting in the international terminal of Dulles airport in Washington, D.C., waiting to board a 787 Dreamliner bound for Ethiopia.
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