And then, when I was watering plants today, I thought about the possibility that Africans—some Africans?—might be genuinely immune to Rona.
And I got excited for three seconds.
And then I started thinking about how people who don't think we are human would harvest us.
Do we imagine they would not kidnap and murder us to harvest whatever they think would protect them?
Do we imagine our rapacious governments would not sell us off?
History tells us differently.
I need to stop thinking when I'm gardening.
(Also, these tweets inspired by that time in the 80s when children were being kidnapped and murdered and their genitals mutilated, and this is what I most remember about being in primary school: the horror of our vulnerability)
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3. Idea of “home” as a threatened space that must
be defended. This idea has transformed rural spaces into militarized spaces, where young people can be easily recruited to defend home.
now I'm wondering what version of an origin story I'd tell
my grandfather, for whom I'm named, was a teacher
he'd have been in the first generation of Kenyans taught to read and write by the British colonizers—generation is a weird term to use here
he taught primary school
about his father, I know very little
I've thought for a while that there's something about how "family history" disperses in polygamous families, something about how it fragments, and is difficult to collect
lineage does not work with polygynous mothering
that is not a way to tell this type of story, where mother means mother means mother, and care moves across and through and around something called blood
now that I am old and very conservative, I must confess I am distressed by the absence of foot fetishism on here
not enough of you are sucking on toes
and I don't mean those pretty feet that have been pampered and loved
I'm talking those feet that run marathons and walk over thorns and kick ostriches—DO NOT KICK OSTRICHES—and can be used when shops are out of sandpaper
those feet
now, those are true feet
it's like
you know
(I am cursed with beautifully soft hands—NO MATTER WHAT I DO)
so, like, hands with texture
those are interesting hands
@Nanjala1 And those blurbs!
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Lethal and restless, yet tender and vulnerable. Disturbing, delicious, defiant. A triumph.’ — Yvonne Adhiambo Owuor,
@Nanjala1 Nyabola’s is a profound, gripping and beautiful book of undeniable genius on exile, migration and travel in our catastrophic times—Cornel West