Today, we rise in mourning and memory. Today, we bow our heads and raise our voices. Ng\u0169g\u0129 wa Thiong\u2019o\u2014our brother, our comrade, our revolutionary griot\u2014has joined the ancestors.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ng\u0169g\u0129 walked this earth with a fire in his bones, a pen in his hand, and Africa on his lips. Born into a land cracking under colonial weight, he answered history not with silence, but with story\u2014fierce, unfaltering story. And in doing so, he became one of Africa\u2019s indelible voices. One of her unwavering warriors.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
For the M\u0129cere G\u0129thae M\u0169go Foundation, this loss is intensely personal. For our beloved M\u0129cere and Ng\u0169g\u0129 were more than compatriots; they were soul-siblings. The 1950s pre-independence era in Kenya birthed what would become a decades old friendship. From across the valley in Kikuyu, Kiambi County, with Ng\u0169g\u0129 at Alliance High School and M\u0129cere at Alliance Girls High School, they were both sharpened by youthful idealism and dreams of liberation. It deepened in the early 1960s from within the bustling corridors of Uganda\u2019s Makerere University, where Ng\u0169g\u0129\u2014then James Ngugi\u2014and M\u0129cere\u2014then Madeleine Githae\u2014shared books, editorial notes, laughter, arguments, disdain for imposed names, and the fierce urgency of decolonization.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
They were part of a renaissance\u2014an awakening\u2014at a time when African letters burst forth with unyielding power. Together, they would later shape the English Department at the University of Nairobi in the1970s into a beacon of African-centered pedagogy, planting Kenya\u2019s armed liberation struggle into the theatrical arts, and raising the clarion call to \u201cdecolonize the mind,\u201d long before that phrase became part of our global vocabulary.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Together, they wrote. Together, they resisted. Together, they re-imagined, refusing to be footnotes in someone else\u2019s story.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ng\u0169g\u0129\u2019s journey was never easy. His incarceration following the revolutionary staging of Ngaahika Ndeenda (I Will Marry When I Want)<\/em> was emblematic of the price he paid for truth-telling. And yet, from a maximum-security cell, he birthed a new vision: to write in G\u0129k\u0169y\u0169, to reclaim the soul of African expression. He wrote Devil on the Cross <\/em>on scraps of toilet paper, reminding us that language is not simply a tool\u2014it is a terrain of struggle.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Like M\u0129cere, he bore the pain of detention and of eventual exile, walking lands far from home, but never far from Africa\u2019s heartbeat. From Nairobi \u2014via London, New York City, New Haven, Chicago, and Irvine\u2014to Atlanta, he carried the soil of his motherland in every syllable. He taught us that \u201cthe center is where we stand,\u201d and that \u201cthere is no night so dark that it will not yield to dawn.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n And it was with M\u0129cere that he found kinship not only in ideology, but in a shared poetic spirit. Together they challenged empire. Together they imagined freedom. Together, they dreamed of a continent that would sing in its own tongues, write its own histories, and dance in the full dignity of its own cultures. Even in retirement, sixty years on from their days at Makerere, their sharing of books, notes, laughter, arguments, disdain for imposed names, and the fierce urgency of decolonization continued.<\/p>\n\n\n\n When M\u0129cere joined the ancestors in June 2023, his was the amongst the first tributes we received, knowing the day would come when Ng\u0169g\u0129, too, would cross that great river. But even with such foreknowledge, grief arrives like thunder. We are gutted. We are grateful. And we are reminded.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Reminded of Weep Not, Child<\/em>, where the dreams of the oppressed flicker and rise. Reminded of Petals of Blood<\/em>, where capitalism, neocolonialism, and betrayal are named and defied. Reminded of Matigari<\/em>, the eternal revolutionary who returns again and again to finish what must be finished. And reminded of Kimathi.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n To quote Ng\u0169g\u0129\u2019s own words, \u201cA writer is a truth teller.\u201d And Ng\u0169g\u0129 wa Thiong\u2019o told the truth\u2014about empire, about betrayal, about resistance, about language, and about love. Love for Kenya. Love for Africa. Love for justice.<\/p>\n\n\n\n As we remember him, let us not lay down the vision. Let us lift it. Let us live it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n In the tradition of M\u0129cere G\u0129thae M\u0169go, in whose memory this Foundation is guided, we salute <\/strong>Ng\u0169g\u0129 wa Thiong\u2019o, voice of G\u0129k\u0169y\u0169, conscience of a continent as he stands tall among the ancestors.<\/strong> A Luta Continua. <\/em> Today, we rise in mourning and memory. Today, we bow our heads and raise our voices. Ng\u0169g\u0129 wa Thiong\u2019o\u2014our brother, our comrade, our revolutionary griot\u2014has joined the ancestors. 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In your name, Ng\u0169g\u0129, in your honor, in your fire.
We rise. <\/strong>
<\/strong>We write. <\/strong>
<\/strong>We remember. <\/strong>
<\/strong>We rebel.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n
<\/em>Ashe! Afya! Moyo!<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"