Binyavanga Wainaina is not a new name to you, this renown writer came to limelight after confessing that he is a gay. In April 2014, Time magazine included Wainaina in its annual TIME 100 as one of the “Most Influential People in the World.”However few months ago saw social media get lit after news that he was suffering from stroke broke out to the public.Mr Wainaina, who is recovering from the stroke that had affected his speech, was in Berlin on a Daad Fellowship, one of the most prestigious writers forums in the world. Reliable sources say that The attack came a few moments after a black woman had warned him to not venture outside on a bicycle, and that four Ghanaians had been killed the previous Saturday.
Through a lengthy post, Binyavanga expressed his disappointments in Germany after being assaulted by a Taxi Driver most probably for his sexual stand. check out Binyavanga’s post below;
Anyway, I am walking as carelessly as usual heading to unlock my bike when i see her – a black woman looking at me. She says, ” I saw you the other day, cycing carelessly, on Saturday we buried 4 Ghanians. They kill you just like that you are nothing to them. Me-you cant see me on bicycle – they are supposed to remain 4 metres from you, but they don’t. They kill you.
I don’t need a degree to say she meant Germans. But I am careless,and Berlin is a city designed for careless people. Except her – and I suspect they are many others like her. Anyway, I left her carelessly and rushed home, put my new clothes on top of my suitcase – and called a cab.
I had finished my prescription medication the day before so I had called the cab company I like because they dont mind that i dont speak German and – since my stroke I have a few speech defects – I mangle 22..stuttgarter platz ..and they don’t mind
So he gets out of the car and comes across to my side, and opens the door. I am clueless what is going on because he is beating me, my bag is on the ground , we scuffle but he is stronger, I am crying now. Loud. In front of my neighbors , it is fiveissh the lady at the shop who makes it a point never to say hello to me is relishing everything, nobody comes to my aid. I feel black, dirty. I feel as if this kind of thing is supposed to happen to somebody like me. Am in Zurich writing this, on my way to see my inlove
