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Joyless work in a decaying world. No picture fits; no pattern holds. You struggle on like others, feeling heat and cold, Hunger, lack of cash, the ache of sex
A canoe, an Indian canoe, Cuts through the morning, north to south, Goddess of legend in the prow, Torch in her hand, raised to the sky
Shine down on us, divine gift! This child of destiny, in thrall to Ifá, Crossing the sea with our island. The vessel a slave ship With orixás on board
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Shine down on us, divine gift! This child of destiny, in thrall to Ifá Crossing the sea with our island ... more»
Learning from stone, lesson one: To see what stone means, live with it. ... more»
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Atheists who’ve seen miracles, as I have done Know that where God is not, the gods ... more»
Joyless work in a decaying world. No picture fits; no pattern holds. You struggle on like others, feeling heat and cold ... more»
In ethnographic research, oral history, human rights, journalism, literature and film
Kenneth Binyavanga Wainaina Born 18 January 1971; died 21 May 2019
The original affluent society and its encounter with modernity
Learning from human rights and humanitarian crises...
A Norman castle in the north-east of...
Last month in Yirol I bought a heifer—a brindled two-year old, not yet in calf....