Kenya is a mercurial character. I feel the country has a presence that can turn on its people in a very violent way.

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

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.

Dying away from home, away from the soil of your birth - and to do so unseen and unmourned - is a profound horror.

The truth, and nothing but the truth, is that dawn begins with a wrestling match with my soul and a systematic rejection of all the other useful possibilities a day offers. I make obeisance to the story, its characters, and the muse with burnt offerings.

Kenya is an immense land with a capacity for healing.

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.