The mother nodded. “I know my son. He is like his father and needs someone who can stand up to him, and you look like you do not like trouble.” Muna looked at her adversary in disbelief but secretly impressed with how fast she had worked her out. “If you are going to hang on to him, you will have to learn how to stand up to him, and other women, because there will be other women. Even better, leave him while it is still early.” Muna shook her head, not in refusal, but in disbelief. She could feel her face growing hot. She willed her jelly legs not to let her down. She turned her gaze towards the window that did not reveal more than an old tree. “Leave him. I can pay you enough.”

In death, Raila was accorded a state funeral, and the country watched as a man who had spent decades seeking the presidency received the ceremonial honours of a former national leader. The symbolism was striking. He never became president, yet his death occasioned the rituals, public mourning and national attention usually reserved for figures who had occupied the highest office.

The question of how stories move beyond their place of origin was also central to Grivel’s contribution to the exhibition programme.“Be self-confident about your culture and where you come from if you want to see your stories travel.” His advice is to begin with what they know rather than attempting to make their work conform to an imagined international audience.Manga offers one example of how stories rooted in a particular cultural context can find readers around the world. Their international reach demonstrates that cultural specificity need not be a barrier to wider appeal. For Grivel, the connection lies in emotion. A story may emerge from a particular place, culture or experience, but the feelings it explores can resonate with readers elsewhere.

Many people I know have been cremated. Prof Wangari Maathai. Charles Mugane Njonjo. Jeremiah Kiereini. Allan Thigo. Tough people. Important people. Revered celebrities and public figures. The news no longer rattles me. I am old enough to know the dead give no damn. 

It had taken her all ten minutes to realise that her soul had already left medical school. She literally sneaked out, on tiptoes. Then she bumped into him, literally. In her defence, she was lost in thought, eyes on the ground in front of her. “Excuse me…,” she muttered softly without looking up, continuing with her walk. “Are you okay?” he asked, and she put up her hand to indicate she was okay, without turning.“Muna?” She stopped, then turned, then hated herself for a moment because she recognised him even though she had only seen him once, months ago. Wesonga smiled and walked towards her with a stretched arm. “Sorry, do we know each other?” It was a strangely satisfying feeling when she spotted a hint of disappointment, but he recovered fast. 

“The Blue Fighter” follows Tinashe, a young boy whose family is plunged into financial difficulty after his father leaves his profession to pursue his passion for building fish tanks. As the family’s financial situation deteriorates, Tinashe’s mother is forced to confront a difficult choice between supporting her husband’s ambitions and ensuring the family’s survival.