When I saw images of Abdul Hajj, I automatically knew he was not a Kenyan cop. There was something about him that told of affluence, a man who gyms in a proper facility and eats well.
A few weeks ago, in an online discussion about the forgotten, neglected, unnecessary history of the Mau Mau, a very good Kenyan was kind enough to correct my oversight by telling me “twitpic a photo of your PhD in History so we can believe you.”
It is no secret, we are all learning from children, and childhood to be specific; the mind of the child is unbridled with the worries of life that stop us from taking risks and following our impulses.
Small, innocent, dirty, naked boys, oblivious of civilization, with little care in the world except to live to see tomorrow. Where does one go when there is nowhere to run, when there is no one to run to anymore? Where does one go where prayer does not work, politics are rotten, and capitalism is a …