“Will the air over the plain quiver with a color that I have had on? Or the children invent a game in which my name is, or the full moon throw a shadow over the gravel of the drive that was like me, or will the eagles of the Ngong Hills look out for me? […]
ISAK DINESEN
24 YEARS SOBER TODAY
Sometimes a cool, colourless day in the months after the rainy season calls back the tie of the marka mbaya, the bad year, the time of the drought. In those days the Kikuyu used to graze their cows round my house, and a boy amongst them who had a flute, from time to time played […]