Here, where the smell of charred flesh dances in the wind and lingers before ascending into forgotten dreams. Here where fists of men meet fists of men and women and children are marked as battlefields. Here where ideologies are nothing but reasons to die. No, excuses to kill. Here where gutters have seen so much deoxygenated blood…
Tag: Somali
Are you Safe Now?
Silence is a form of poisonous knowledge. A paper I’m reading quotes Veena Das on this. It comes at a time when I’m thinking about the current state of the Somali people in Kenya. I’m thinking about the stories we’ve heard and seen. And, more particularly, I’m thinking, and frustrated over the large scale silence the dehumanisation has received. Even…