I'm not even sure I want to use the term 'coming out.'

I knew I didn't want to come out in the 'New Yorker'; it just felt wrong. It needed an African conversation.

Living in South Africa and periodically coming back to Kenya, my relationship with officialdom in Kenya was just insane.

I want to be fighting for a society accountable towards its citizens.

It's like I was always not quite sure even how to move in space somehow; I would watch people and then copy them. I found it really hard to walk straight. My brother was always on at me for walking off the pavement. I guess I always expected people to bring me back into line.

Every human being has a bit of gangster in him.