For Alf and Mary Richardson, my parents, who
tried
so hard to let us know only love and security in a time
and place filled with terror, hatred, and hysteria.
And in
memory of Wambui, Munyao, Jane, Alewinga, Mwangi,
Josephat, and Wagacha, who, in the precious years, gave
me
the joy of being an African child.