“Why are we still trapped in old narratives about the past glory of African literature as if nothing new is happening?” In a rush to please his helper, Binyavanga bought him a pair of expensive leather boots late at night. Binyavanga spoke of his desire to learn the Dholuo language. But you have achieved more for African literature in such a short time. Had he been buried, I might have proposed his epitaph, borrowed from the Italian writer Oriana Fallaci:To write is to die a little less when I die, to leave the children I did not have, to make people think a little more.