This is not just a book. It is a scream of a prediction from the jail - a cry is engraved in a censorship and silence of fear. Ngũgĩ wa Thiong'o did not write for applause. He wrote to warn, to warn the conscience of a nation sleeping on the altar of power. From the maximum gel from the cold floor of the work, he highlighted the devils eating
Kenya from the inside: the disguised greed as development, the betrayal masked as patriotic, masked, and fake development is observed with ribbon-cutting and debt. He died on May 28, 2025, but the corruption he fought with pen and paper, still through our streets, favorable and smiling. The towers that he made fun of still arises - a symbol of failure wrapped in glass.
The same aristocratic class who exiled him, now wrap your coffin in a flag and praise, such as history hypocrisy cannot hear hypocrisy. So we should ask, with honesty: Why did we deport a man to tell the truth? Why did we put his words in jail and fear his mind? Maybe because Ngũgĩ did not just write about power - he dared to imagine Kenya without it. And that, for the oppressors, there was a real danger.
