This past April, while I was working in Kenya on a book project, my husband and I were looking forward to a vacation in the Lamu archipelago. The sudden death of his father sent me back to New York early, shattering our plans.
“Unspoiled” and “idyllic” were the words we heard used to describe the islands, which include the oldest Swahili settlement in East Africa. Since, they’ve been hit by the violence that has long plagued neighboring Somalia; the U.S. and the UK have issued strident travel warnings.
Just this morning I read about a tragic boat collision in the area and remembered all that was lost last year. Next month I’ll return to Kenya, to finish the project; we won’t retrace our steps. Someday, I hope we will. As 2012 finally comes into focus, I wish for peace.