I don't think Kenya is the only country that tries to induce amnesia - it seems to be a global phenomenon. But offenses do not die. They do not disappear.

In my perfect imagination, with stern discipline I rise with the first bird, salute the dawn, have a healthy breakfast of fruits, wander over to my faux-oak desk, tap the On button on my Macbook Air, acknowledge the muse, and skip into the world where the story flows over the day and into the night.

Matters of the subconscious affect reality in ways we don't quite realize.

I like talking to myself and making patterns out of the letters of the alphabet on blank surfaces.

I come from a culture that has refined the art of the dirge to a sublime level.

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.

Burma 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.