I can edit into infinity. It's such a joy. I'd probably edit until the last word. Until there's only one word left.

The young readers I have interacted with carry old concerns repackaged in the skin of a new generation: puzzlement over continuous national moral failings, contradictions with the elders, nostalgia for a nonexistent Kenyan past.

Novel-writing is a settling, lovely space. I call it self-indulgent - I feel mildly guilty about it.

Kenya is an immense land with a capacity for healing.

Even if you're in charge of the grand story there's still memory. The other stories do not go away.

I get turned on by the idea of an essence - finding the essence of the thing.

Even if we want to eradicate our ghosts, our dead, our murdered, even if you erase a name and the record of the existence of a person, somebody remembers.