The Kenyan Song of today, Monday 21 December 2020 is a singing thought, the kind that springs up on an African beach.
It rises like the tide when you want to shout to the world that although you are not necessarily right, too many are wrong.
And then you talk or write to distant friends, who live a reality they did not expect, as if it were a divine punishment. Instead, I am sorry to say, it is a defeat in which they too have participated, sometimes as unwitting witnesses but often also as inexorable accomplices.
So, even though I feel like a loser as an Italian, as a thinking being and as a former healthy carrier of dreams, I consider myself lucky to be here, in my Kenya, admiring a simple sunset over the Indian Ocean, evaluating the career I did not make, the family I did not cultivate, the conventional satisfactions I did not adhere to in exchange perhaps for what many define as ephemeral "joys".
Happy not to think that freedom depends on others, on a state, on a relative, on a dog or a cat.
The only thing I have been a prisoner of is the Dream.
But beware! I have no lessons to give, no truths to dispense. 
I have always aimed at serene freedom to escape the depression of a (now) man who, as a boy, had staked everything on culture, on sharing and on growing up in many, together, with the same fundamental values, while remaining each absolutely different, absolutely himself.
All this I now sing to the kaskazi and listen to it from the sea, I pass it on to those who still listen to me and I share it with one person whom I love as I would have loved the whole of humanity.
And fuck all the rest.