Peter Oduor, in this very space a couple of weeks ago, posed a foolish question: Is the era of dissenting writers gone?
Perhaps he meant to ask if the era of dissident writers — the types autocrats and dictators loved to put in protective detention all over the continent — was over because dissenting writers, those who write against the accepted canon, are still aplenty. Some of us have even been called literary gangsters for the internal exile experiences we convey.