This (space) got me (re)thinking about this. So I’ll just add these brief thoughts I’ve had today. First, the question I ask myself every day is How to write about death and murder and misery and bloodshed and tragedy without writing about death and murder and misery and bloodshed and tragedy? Second, the thought I have most days is, Writing of any kind about any part of the African continent is fraught with traps and difficulty such that I have often felt it is better to say nothing at all. If that were an option – to say nothing – than I would never speak ever again. But unfortunately, it is not an option. We must persist in the endless and inevitable struggle to put into words that which cannot be put into words but which must. So on we go.