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292 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1980
Certain people in Ilmorog, our Ilmorog, told me that this story was too disgraceful, too shameful, that it should be concealed in the depths of everlasting darkness.
There were others who claimed that it was a matter for tears and sorrow, that it should be suppressed so that we should not shed tears a second time.
I asked them: How can we cover up pits in our courtyard with leaves or grass, saying to ourselves that because our eyes cannot now see the holes, our children can prance about the yard as they like?
The master of ceremonies leaped on to the platform and called for silence. He addressed the audience and told them that this was a competition for thieves and robbers, real ones - that is, those who had reached international standards. Stories of people breaking padlocks in village huts or snatching purses from poor market women were shameful in the eyes of real experts in theft and robbery, and more so when such stories were narrated in front of international thieves and robbers. The foreigners had not traveled all this way to meet people who stole just because they were hungry or needed clothes and jobs. Such petty thieves and robbers were criminals. 鈥楬ere, in this cave, we are interested only in people who steal because their bellies are full,鈥� the master of ceremonies said, patting his stomach.Devil on the Cross was written during Ng农g末 wa Thiong'o's one year imprisonment in Kenya (due to his explicitly critical and political play: Ngaahika Ndeenda (I Will Marry When I Want)); the novel was written entirely on prison-issued toilet paper.