This is very weird.
Since last night, when I was harvesting peaches for my neighbour, I have been thinking in Swahili.
Since I left Kenya in 1972, I haven’t had the need to speak its national language.
Suddenly my head is filled with obscure words, words that more than likely I never actually spoke, but knew by some kind of subliminal process.
Why are they surfacing now?
And more worrying still – how long before I begin talking out loud?