I started digging a hole in the earth or rather trying to. The earth had become dry and hard due to the lack of rain at that point in the season. Anthony, the estates gardener, was watching me and asked me to dig the pit himself. First I refused, but then I gave into him. And just like I imagined after reading about the interviews of the Mau Mau prisoners, he started digging away every so often looking at me for approval about the depth of the hole. It felt uncomfortable standing around and watching him dig away for a project that the tribe he was from had nothing to do with. Or did he? Didn’t they all engage even while not engaging? Didn’t I just right now? I heard myself asking him to fill up the pit with water and lie in it. Not like the prisoners had to for hours or days without eating or drinking. Just for a little while until I couldn’t take the role of the guard any longer.