I first met Binyavanga Wainaina in 2004. My siblings and I were in Kenya, me from Namibia where I lived, and the others from the US, to attend a court case arising from an assassination attempt on our father, Ngugi wa Thiong’o, and stepmother, Njeri wa Ngugi.
I had, of course, read his Caine Prize winning memoir Discovering Home. Before we departed to our various homes across the world, Mukoma introduced us to him. Then, he was much bigger and wore a mane of dreadlocks.
