Life in prison is not all endless confrontations and 'profound' meditations on history. It is basically a cliché: dull, mundane, monotonous, repetitious, torturous in its intended animal rhythm of eating, defecating, sleeping, eating, defecating, sleeping. But it is the rhythm of animals waiting for slaughter or escape from slaughter at a date not of their own fixing.
An earth tremor. (I later learned that a minor earthquake shook the Eastern Highlands and Nairobi, measuring over 5 on the Richter Scale!) Wish it were a social tremor to bring an end to the system and to this prison!
Then Kenyatta died. And suddenly our dreams of freedom grew wings.