Mutula Kilonzo: A reflection on life
In one translation of my favourite Mao Tse Tung’s poem, Ch’ang-sha, the poet observes and asks: In the waste’s dreariness brooding, I ask the blue space without bonds: Who masters fate’s rise and descent? In the death of Mutula Kilonzo, we may similarly ask: Is death an arrow, always pointing forward towards infinity? Is it […]
