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My adventure at Camp Rowallan

By Ezra Bosire

One chilly morning, at the crack of dawn, I jumped out of my cosy bed as if it was on fire. I took a cold bath which left me feeling as cool as a cucumber. It was the school’s closing day but scouts were not going home — we were going camping.

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