Binyavanga Wainaina
A Baobab tree under which we shall sit, chewing into the roast maize, sipping from the gourd, whose contents are an apothecary of the Divine, the elephants urine mixed with the Buffalo’s dung, goat's milk and the warm blood from a nursing cow, the valleys we have crossed and more yet to be, ' everyone dressed in an attire of dignity,' a court judge obsessed with legislating physiology, a police officer enforcing uniformity, a Bible-quoting Christian the epitome of integrity, prescribing bleach for HIV cures, impregnating the house-maid, has an out-of wedlock child, yet to pay child-support, vehemently preaches the un-Africanness of homosexuality, a Seville-Row attired, Oxford graduate African politician, dormed in palaces with perimeter walls, guarded 24/7 and 365 days, presides over the skimming of a country's minerals, the citizenry bedraggled starving masses, whom when they raise a voice of protest, are mauled by tanks and guns,...