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It's a clever technique, one that depends more on suggestion than on elaboration and analysis. People outside our compound are talking, in languages I know the sounds of, but do not understand or speak, Luhya, Gikuyu.

She runs toward Jimmy, who is tall and fit and dark.

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That I cansaythatagain. A man, long thought to be dead, is discovered leading a "double life in another language". I am sharp, and springy. I look up and see them both leaning over me, dripping sweat, arms akimbo. She runs toward Jimmy, who is tall and fit and dark. Last term, Ciru was moved a year forward. My laugh is far away inside, like the morning car not starting when the key turns. They inhale, dim and cool into the leaves, and I let myself breathe with them; then they puff light forward and exhale, warming my body. He slams his glass on the countertop, burps, and turns to look at me. I can see the pink shining flesh of my eyelids. Helon Habila's Oil on Water is published by Penguin. They will believe me this time. Now it has fallen into the trees.

If I am washing with her, we are splashing and laughing and fighting and soon we are in a fever of tears or giggles. I shout hi too, now flowing well into their movements.

I wonder whether Kenya was named after Kenyatta or Kenyatta after Kenya.

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I can feel her laughter swelling, even before it comes out, and it swells in me too. Ciru is looking at me, her glass already empty as she wipes her lips on her forearm.

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A Gikuyu air hostess, seeing Wainaina's Ugandan first name — he is named after his mother's brother — challenges him at the point of embarkation to prove he is Kenyan. A typical passage reads: "Kenyatta is the father of our nation. Why do you want to come and spoil ours? They inhale, dim and cool into the leaves, and I let myself breathe with them; then they puff light forward and exhale, warming my body. The football hits the center of my face. I am seven years old, and I still do not know why everybody seems to know what they are doing and why they are doing it. I am sharp, and springy. It is loosely a coming-of-age narrative, a sort of autobiographical portrait of the artist as a young man, up until the section where he grows up. Kenya is 15 years old. Share via Email Binyavanga Wainaina … politically and socially engaged. They also had to show they were good Christians by adopting a western name. The sun does not break up into pieces. It is , and we are all in Lena Moi Primary School. I look up and see them both leaning over me, dripping sweat, arms akimbo. I am waiting for the ball.

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