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Something Else<br />
Not Violence<br />
Keguro Macharia<br />
I have been trying to write about this<br />
Something Else Not Violence for a few<br />
days, now. It frightens me. It frightens<br />
me because I do not know.<br />
Eastleigh (1977-1990)<br />
Until his death in 1990, my father was an<br />
obstetrician-gynecologist with a practice<br />
in Pangani-Eastleigh. As I understood and<br />
continue to understand his work, he<br />
brought children into the world through a<br />
complex magic that ensured both<br />
mothers and their children survived and<br />
thrived. Many, if not most, of his patients<br />
were Somali. When I visited him at work,<br />
I was always impressed by his<br />
tenderness, his amazing ability to make<br />
his patients—mothers, fathers, children—<br />
love him. And love him they did.<br />
Eastleigh, my father‘s Eastleigh, taught<br />
me how to think about life and death,<br />
about kinship and labor, about cultural<br />
exchange based on mutual reciprocity.<br />
I learned to think about what it meant to<br />
make life, to enable living, to incarnate<br />
promise as, in, and through my father‘s<br />
Somali clients, patients, friends. For me,<br />
the very notion of life and living is<br />
incarnated as Somali.<br />
Eastleigh (1994-1995)<br />
From May 1994 through July 1995, I<br />
worked at the family business, as a lowlevel<br />
clerk. Business is not quite the right<br />
word when one works in and around<br />
medicine: one is confronted with the<br />
quotidian business of life and death, birth<br />
and demise. It was one thing to watch<br />
my father with his clients, patients,<br />
friends; it was another thing to interact<br />
with them in his absence.<br />
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