In life, there are matters that demand silence from us. This is not because they are not important, or that we do not care. It is just that they are sacred. I have been around for a long time to understand the African worldview. To an African, the home is not merely a physical space. It is a spiritual institution.
It is where lineage is anchored, memory is stored, and where dignity must be guarded. To tear open its sacred veils is to invite a storm whose winds can never be fully contained. That is why I find it troubling, even heartbreaking, that Mukoma wa Ngugi, a fellow scholar and writer chose to speak publicly about the intimate relationship between his father and mother. Ngugi wa Thiong’o is now gone but Mukoma carries a burden on his shoulders.