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.
Yvonne Adhiambo OwuorEven if you're in charge of the grand story there's still memory. The other stories do not go away.
Yvonne Adhiambo OwuorEvery Kenyan writer has offered me something to hold onto, something to believe in.
Yvonne Adhiambo Owuor