Were it not for the grave claims about my alleged destitution in America, there is a comic feel to the fictive constructs that have emerged since my recent profile in The Guardian "went viral." This calls to mind another spectre in 1986, when policemen were deployed to the streets to apprehend an insurgent whose name was Matigari, a character in my allegorical fiction by the same title.
When they failed to find the suspect, they raided bookstores and carted copies away.
That wasn't the only instance when life was imitating fiction; my novel Caitaani Mutharabaini, translated into Kiswahili as Shetani Msalabani and Devil on the Cross in English, anticipates a State run by thieves and robbers.
The new Kenya Kwanza administration is dominated by individuals of questionable integrity, and who have faced just about every imaginable crime in our statutes, including theft and robbery.
