Wreckage of a nissan matatu pulled from an accident scene. [File, Standard] There I was again, arriving at my most frequented mental destination at the time: neither here nor there. I was a new returnee to Kenya where finally, after over a decade of being in Australia, I had landed back where I looked like everyone else and my hair had the same kinks and coils as the next person’s. I was back where the colour of my skin would never be a topic of discussion, because it was the colour of the nation. I was back where my knowledge…