It is your first time out of the country of your birth. Your first time on an airplane on a trip overseas carrying a brand new blue passport. It had happened so quickly. As your mother escorts you to the Jomo Kenyatta International airport, she says, look at God and you cannot help but agree…
I am invisible. A native Kenyan in the midst of cheerful expatriates. I am the only black person in this house party excluding the servants tinkering around in starched white uniforms. They all switch to sheng whenever they have to speak to me. The party of guests is seated on a garden patio that pans…