Even though we've written epic poems and made incredible films about love, I still don't think anyone can understand what it is, or why it means everything.

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

I think every morning we wake up offers a new beginning, a new way of stepping into the day. I think every conversation could be a new chance.

One day, I was running to the river. Along the way there was the most exquisite butterfly, a tiny little thing, on the pavement. I kind of jumped over it. And then two days later I woke up in the middle of the night with a character running, jumping over butterflies on the streets of Nairobi. After that, I followed the story. The story wrote itself.

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.

Every Kenyan writer has offered me something to hold onto, something to believe in.

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.