With the exception of God and disability, Wahome Mutahi could laugh at anything in life. He laughed at society he laughed at the Government and he laughed at his family-but he laughed at himself the hardest.
His writing was like an onion whose layers one could keep peeling for tears and laughter. There were those who would read it for the humour on the surface and those who would peel the first layer and weep a little that their consciences were coming calloused. At the core, there was a deep understanding of the culture and life of the people that Whispers wrote for and about. ”
This book curates the best of Whispers; a writer adept at navigating censorship during the Moi years with wit and satire and goes beyond being a nostalgic read to being a chronicle of a great artist’s fight for democracy.