Sad: Kenya’s Hardcore Gay Who Dresses Up In Women’s Clothing Beaten Black And Blue By A Racist And Homophobic German Taxi Driver

For a ‘man’ who recently suffered stroke, getting a dog’s beating in a foreign country surely posed a threat to his/her life!

Kenyan author Binyavanga Wainaina was last year admitted to the Intensive Care Unit at Karen Hospital after he/she suffered stroke at his/her home in Nairobi.

Apart from writing, Binyavanga is also renowned homosexual activist who doesn’t give a damn about dressing up in women’s clothing.

The author recently visited Germany, Berlin to be precise, where he/she paid dearly for being black, African black.

Binyavanga says in his/her social media post that a German cab driver launched a pre-emptive attack on him/her while he/she was seated in his taxi searching for an address where the driver was to take him/her.

Binyavanga says he/she had been warned by a German woman of a potential racist attack in the area where he/she was staying.

He/she ignored the warning and he/she paid dearly. No one came to his/her rescue when the taxi driver pounced on him/her.

Below is Binyavanga’s narration of his/her ordeal in Berlin:

Binyavanga Wainaina

Berlin chronicles. Am in Berlin as one of the writers on a Daad Fellowship.. This is one of the most prestigious fellowships in the world. Berlin is a city of bikes. I live in Charlottenburg. You don’t see black people in Charlottenburg.

Today I was out shopping on my bike. I came out of Peek and Somethingburg all excited because I am off to dar es salaam tonight to see my in -love. Anyway am busy rushing about. My gorgeous apartment is a mess.

Anyway, I am walking as carelessly as usual heading to unlock my bike when i see her – a black woman looking at me. She says, ” I saw you the other day, cycing carelessly, on Saturday we buried 4 Ghanians. They kill you just like that you are nothing to them. Me-you cant see me on bicycle – they are supposed to remain 4 metres from you, but they don’t. They kill you.

I don’t need a degree to say she meant Germans. But I am careless,and Berlin is a city designed for careless people. Except her – and I suspect they are many others like her. Anyway, I left her carelessly and rushed home, put my new clothes on top of my suitcase – and called a cab.

I had finished my prescription medication the day before so I had called the cab company I like because they dont mind that i dont speak German and – since my stroke I have a few speech defects – I mangle 22..stuttgarter platz ..and they don’t mind.

The cab was waiting. I got in, sat down carelessly and started to look for the address for where was going on my phone. And the website of the clinic i was going to was one of those that maybe dont fit a phone so well. Any way it took a long to me to get the address. Clearly the taxi driver was not a patient guy. He asked me several times to hurry it, but si the meter is running, and i am paying him?

So he gets out of the car and comes across to my side, and opens the door. I am clueless what is going on because he is beating me, my bag is on the ground , we scuffle but he is stronger, I am crying now. Loud. In front of my neighbors , it is fiveissh the lady at the shop who makes it a point never to say hello to me is relishing everything, nobody comes to my aid. I feel black, dirty. I feel as if this kind of thing is supposed to happen to somebody like me. Am in Zurich writing this, on my way to see my inlove