He laughed us at torture- and now we cry on his grave. Fearless storyteller, Ngũgĩ Wa Thiong'o, did not just write books - he lit the fire. Crow's magician was not just satire; It was the truth wearing a mask, the story was designed to pierce through the fog of power. He gave us a miraculous mirrors in the form of perebles, and in them, we saw the unruly of greed, the tragedy of silence and the cruelty of power uncontrollably. He made fun of the untouchables - the leaders who worshiped the concrete at the people, the foreign empire hiding the swords behind the false prophets and aids selling salvation for the benefit.
For this, they exiled her. He was a dangerous brand. And us? We clapped, then replaced the channel. We allow the world to move forward, such as the Prophet grows on every tree. Now he has gone.
The voice that warns us has become silent. But the rulers are still here - yet they are constructing towers anywhere, yet we are wearing harassment clothes in development clothes. NGũGĩ told us that the emperor had no clothes. we laughed. Then looked away. Today, we not only mourn the man, but he was still screaming when the truth we refused to face.
