How I found my way to my half-brother

How I found my way to my half-brother

In my dream my father is sitting next to me in the car as we drive around our hometown of Malindi, in Kenya. I realize it must be odd for him, because so much has changed in the decades since he died. He keeps shaking his head in disbelief at the thronging crowds of modern Africa and all the buildings, the vanished forests, the once-empty bush and all the other things that have changed. I say I’m pleased to see him but ask why he has returned he…