I am indebted to anyone who has ever written anything. I am indebted to the unknown carver of pictograms on a gallery of stone panels, which I encountered and stood in silence before on top of a distant odd-shaped hill in northern Kenya. For whatever reason the muses have most unexpectedly invited me to join this immense procession. I am humbled and delighted.
Yvonne Adhiambo OwuorThe 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.
Yvonne Adhiambo OwuorNovel-writing is a settling, lovely space. I call it self-indulgent - I feel mildly guilty about it.
Yvonne Adhiambo OwuorDying away from home, away from the soil of your birth - and to do so unseen and unmourned - is a profound horror.
Yvonne Adhiambo OwuorBurma evoked the lost Kenyan soldiers who served in the war. You never hear about them. There were a significant number of casualties, men who never came back home. But they're never commemorated.
Yvonne Adhiambo Owuor