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> Inside their cramped first floor apartment, Ndusen's wife, Kondwani, the consummate matriarch, stood at the tiny counter packing porridge-like maise-meal into handfuls of Nsima.
> Stella's command of the language was finally bearing fruit and with every new sentence she crafted, Ndusen could sense a cloud brewing in Kondwani.
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