A review of Jo Alkemade’s Belonging in Africa

Belonging In Africa

Book: Belonging in Africa

Author: Jo Alkemade

Publisher: Lesleigh Inc

Publication date: 2014

Number of pages: 256

Belonging in Africa is the debut novel by Kenyan born, USA based Jo Alkemade and it follows the exploits of Sara a young girl of Dutch parentage who is born in Kenya in the early 1960s. Based on real life events in the late 1970, it starts as she is turning eighteen and she is excited by the concept of being an adult. On this day she receives gifts from family and friends befitting her age; her father pays for her driving lessons so that she can finally start driving her own car. Her friends give her a fancy lighter for her cigarettes which her father on seeing them hopes will not make her smoke more.

As she is enveloped in love, she is waiting for her boyfriend to come through for a date on her special day. He did not the bastard. Heartbroken, she eventually hooks up with Sam Dragu a dashing Ugandan rugby player who lives in a motel in Westlands with his brother Dennis. The affair seems extremely enjoyable on both sides and it looks like one happily ever after thing is on the cards. It is not flawless. Sara’s dad doesn’t like it that her daughter is going out with some miro and he does his best to cock block the two. He even goes as far as to try and veto a trip for the two to a farm in Kapenguria. What kind of father doesn’t want his daughter to go of with some dude who he knows will be shafting her with wild abandon you ask? I mean this was before HIV/AIDS so this should be OK right?

In spite of daddy’s best intentions, the couple make their way to Kapenguria where they bring the beast with two backs to life. Such a special time that was had there. When they separate, they have a plan. The two lovebirds will meet in London to study and continue their attempt at decimating the supply of condoms in the UK. He goes off home to Uganda and she awaits communication in Nairobi.

As she awaits, she informs her parents of her nefarious plan and guess the response? Do I have to tell you? Evil dad vetos it! World War 3 seemed to be on the cards until a call comes from Uganda. Her lover is dead. She goes to the land that has just been liberated by mad cap dictator Idi Amin and then goes home to make decisions about her future. Against her father’s wishes again the poor old man.

When I was given this book by the publisher I was a bit apprehensive. I am still recovering from the horrible “White Maasai” literary phenomenon where white women write about coming to Kenya to marry savage African men and how it doesn’t work out so well for them. Then I’m looking at this book telling us about a forbidden love between a white girl and black man; jamaneni eish! The beauty about it is that the author tries; she really does her best. But even as I read it I can still see the white privilege there. I mean how many locals do you hear who are already driving at eighteen with parents that allow them to smoke in their house? How many locals do you hear would allow their eighteen year old to go off on an adventure that probably will end in sex. How many people will tell you about their favourite beggar to give a shilling outside the Stanely? Not many I assure you. Even as I read the book these little things jump up at me try as I might to ignore them.

Apart from that itsy bitsy issue there’s also the problem of lack of content in the book. This book could have been much much shorter and it wouldn’t have affected the plot in anyway. For this reader, there were many periods I would trudge through the book because I was determined to finish it (my new year’s resolution) and review it.

The book does have many redeeming qualities. It is exceeding well edited. This means that I am not worrying about the quality of my reading as I do when reading some of the manuscripts being touted as complete books in this town.

It also gives a very nice snapshot of the expat life in the late 1970s and its connection with some of the more affluent miros in town. The Uganda leg of the story is also very informative. I’ve read about the Uganda of that time but she gives a fresh eye to it all.

Would I recommend that you but this story of a young girl and her love for a Ugandan dude that dies? I don’t know man. The answer has to be a no. If you have the time and have nothing better to do why not?

Miro – Black person.

Odiero – White person.

A review of Tendai Huchu’s The Hairdresser of Harare

Book: The Hairdresser of Harare

Author: Tendai Huchu

Publisher: Freight Books/Weavers Press Zimbabwe

Year of publication: 2013/2010

Number of pages: 236

Genre: Fiction

Tendai Huchu’s debut novel The Hairdresser of Harare is the story of two main characters; Vimbai and Dumisani. Vimbai is the star hairdresser at the Khumalo Hair and Beauty Treatment Salon in Harare, Zimbabwe and the story is told with her as the main character. She has a young daughter who she lives with in a home she inherited from a brother who was working in the UK before passing on. The home where she is living in with her daughter and house help is the reason she is estranged from her family as she refused to allow her brothers take over the one thing her brother left for her.

Her life is moving along fine with the usual things that a woman who works in a salon has to deal with, school fees colleagues et al, until Dumisani walks into the salon one day and all hell breaks looks. First off, Dumi quickly takes over the role of “best hairdresser” at MaKhumalo’s and our Vimbai is forced to changed her attitude as her job is no longer guaranteed as before.

The model employee Dumisani then sees a revolution at the salon, changing the posters they had hang around, changing the music to more mordern fare, starting to sell products for birth control and and and… The revolution is truly on. He even engineers it so that everyone gets a salary increase. With the successes MaKhumalo expands and opts to hire a manager for her salon and guess who gets the big job? Not former favourite Vimbai but new golden boy Dumisani.

It all looks bleak for Vimbai until Dumisani has to get a new place to live and he moves into Vimbai’s home as a tenant. The enemy at home now becomes an ally and they even start some sort of relationship. A relationship, platonic one mind you, that leads to her meeting her tenant and new “boyfriends” family which is a rich and prominent one.

Eventually she discovers some deep dark unpalatable secrets about the man who she is rapidly falling in love. I’ll give you a clue; the guy works as a hairdresser. He loves everything to do with fashion and hair. He will not have sex with a hot woman alleging that he will prefer to wait until marriage. He is a hairdresser. A “hairdresser.” Enough of a clue? Nothing? Then you can’t be helped.

The book deals with some amazing themes. One of the most striking of these is the legalese that an African lady has to deal with during inheritance. Our Vimbai has to battle with family, to the point of being estranged, to retain that which her brother left for her and her daughter. It really sucks that she has to lose her family to gain her financial independence but this is something that many women have to deal with when they lose a breadwinner. Then there is the issue of the young woman who is dazzled by an older man and conceives and now she has to take care of a child on her own.

Dumisani on the other hand has to deal with other issues. His “hairdressing” leads him to be ostracised by his family; after all “hairdressing” is unAfrican. His battle is painful to watch especially as one starts to understand how hard he has to work to survive whilst he was raised in the lap of luxury.

This is one of the better potrayals of the African “hairdresser” experience in an urban setting. The author has given us believable characters as well as a very believable salon where these characters operate from. I recognised the place that they were working in having being a customer of just such an establishment.

P.S. So Vimbai made her customers feel like white women which is why they kept coming back. How the hell does one make this feeling pass onto another via their hair?

A review of Ndumiso Ngcobo’s Eat Drink & Blame The Ancestors

Book: Eat Drink & Blame The Ancestors

Author: Ndumiso Ngcobo

Publisher: Two Dogs

Year of publication: 2014

Number of pages: 287

Genre: Satire, essays

In Kenya for many years, the most looked forward read in the newspapers was a column called “Whispers” in the Sunday Nation written by a gentleman called Wahome Mutahi. The column was about a man who came from a village on the slopes of Mt Kenya and had moved to the big city that was Nairobi. Every week we would be introduced to the characters in his life like his mother who still lived in the village Apep, his wife Thatcher and their kids, Investment, Pajero and the Whis Jr or the thug. This column was an accessible read that showed the challenges of living in a big city as a former villager. Some of the best columns over the years were compiled into a book called How To Be A Kenyan.

The people of the Southern African nation of South Africa (by the time they got independence the names had run out so they are stuck with that locational moniker) have their own Whispers and he goes by the name of Ndumiso Ngcobo. Now many Kenyans who follow the Scandal! show on ETV have heard “Ndumiso Ngcobo” before as it is the character of a smart aleck from Kwazulu Natal who runs a restaurant. The real life Ndumiso has a radio show on Power FM and has one of the funnier columns in The Sunday Times a leading newspaper in that part of the world. His column just like our Whispers talks about the challenges of navigating a rapidly changing South Africa from the view of one of its urban dwellers. The difference is he hasn’t come from a village but from a less affluent part of the city and now lives a bit better off part while maintaining roots with his Zulu background.

Ndumiso recently launched Eat Drink and Blame the Ancestors a compilation of the best of his columns from 2009-2014. It is his third book with similar books Some of My Best Friends Are White and Is it because I’m Black having being released earlier.

This new book is a no holds barred look at living in South Africa as he navigates through race, child rearing, tradition and other aspects of life in that country in an enriching and hilarious manner. He uses the techniques that Whispers had perfected so long ago using himself as the butt of the joke and one is left laughing outright. As one is laughing at this “fool” one starts to realise that they were in actual fact laughing at themselves. Take for instance Close Shave at Taxi Rank where he talks about the experience of his tendency to cut his hair at some less than high end place at the local matatu stop. His experience of cutting hair in a kinyozi is something any Nairobi fellow will relate to. Or Taxi Violence, Golden Girls Style where, I’m laughing as I remember this story, a matatu driver so exasperates a senior citizen on the road that she pulls down her car window and throws some yogurt on him in anger. I can just imagine a pissed of old lady here unleashing her vengeance on the idiot. Or Take Your Rap and Run where he explains that looking down on the music of people of a younger generation is par for the course where older folks are concerned. We are all familiar with how our parents hated our musical heroes yet we are very happy to hate on Justin Beiber and ilk (although who really doesn’t?).

He is able to weave real life experiences like years of being a vegetarian (Chops and Changing), the death of a pet (RIP Superman This Man’s Best Friend) and hoarding underwear (Those Old Drawers in My Cabinet) to devastating effect. The beauty about it is that he is able to show a mirror to our own lives using comedy and anyone who lives in a large African city will be familiar with the dynamic of the cultural interspersed with the different needs within that environment.

For those who love the big picture, as a collective this collection, the author’s best in my opinion, could be seen some of the best snippets of wisdom on African living. Wisdom so good we could easily quote this write in the future alongside Confucius. If you don’t want to think too much, I’m firmly in this camp, this is Grade A as humour gets. In fact as one reads the book I was subject to fits of laughter so much I nearly peed myself on numerous occasions. Its that good.

So should you buy it? Duh? Who doesn’t like laughing? If you are those laughter detesters then I suggest you stay away this book. And stay away from me while you are at it.

A review of Chimeka Garricks Tomorrow Died Yesterday

Book: Tomorrow Died Yesterday

Author: Chimeka Garricks

Publisher: Paperworth Books

Year of publication: 2010

Number of pages: 428

Genre: Thriller

Chimeka Garrick’s debt novel Tomorrow Died Yesterday tracks four characters Doughboy, Amaibi, Kaniye and Tubo who grew up in the oil rich Niger Delta and how their lives end up as they deal with the oil companies that are the biggest force in that part of the world.

The book starts in a very memorable way with the first line; “We were going to kidnap the white man at about 11:27am on a drizzling Friday morning in August.” This is Doughboy aka Doye a leader of the Asiama Freedom Army a band of men that kidnap white men for ransom on the Asiama River. He kidnaps said man and then demands a ransom from the company whitie works for; Imperial Oil. This is the place his childhood friend called Tubo works for as a communication officer who has to somehow secure the white man’s release. The only person who Doughboy will negotiate with will be highly respected university lecturer and another childhood pal Amaibi.

The ransom is paid but the white man is returned as a dead body to his superiors kicking off a furore with the authorities arresting gobetween Amaibi, throwing him in gaol and through the book at him legally. Amaibi hires his old childhood friend Kaniye who is a lawyer who doesn’t practice but in fact runs a series of restaurants.

As we follow the tale we meet the women in the boy’s lives; at least two of them. Deola is a doctor who has been visiting Amaibi in hospital and then meets Kaniye and they have some sort of chemistry. Then there is Dise, Kaniye’s sister, who was married to Amaibi’s until something happened that led them being estranged and eventually divorced.

The book is told with the backdrop of the trouble that the black gold brought to that part of the world and the horrors that are racked upon a country. This includes the bad extraction that leads rivers to die and finishes the livelihoods of communities that depended on it. It talks of the corruption of the leadership from the national to the local, represented here by the Asiama Council of Chiefs led by the Amayanabo. It also talks about the Nigerian legal system and how difficult it can get your due if you are not in the right financial space not unlike here in Kenya.

The most fun parts of the book had to be the legal process and when I see the book cover saying that the author is a lawyer it makes perfect sense as he knows his stuff. This is some of the best courtroom prose I have ever had the honour of laying my eyes on. It is gripping to follow the case the prosecution presents and the mother of battles defence lawyer Kaniye lays for his client.

The least fun parts of the book were the way the people of Asiama were treated by their leadership whether local or national and the brutality that can happen when the army is pissed. That ish was not fun. The thing is that it so well written that while one wants to cry as they despair at the unfairness of it all one has to give two thumbs up to the man telling the story.

The book even as awesome as it is isn’t without its flaws; several pages are missing starting after page 227. They weren’t too bad where following the storyline were concerned but it was irritating when one is enjoying some really cool story line, in one someone was about to get laid I think (or hoped) then we jump ahead. Nkt! Mschew! The publishers really let down the author there.

Even with those missing pages I have to say that this book makes me realise that the decision I made to read on African prose was on point. It has everything; kidnappings, a gripping court case, love, death, prison scenes. Heck, there is even a helping of religion for those who love Jesus Christ. If you see this book anywhere near you pick it up and buy. Awesome.

A review of Gilbert Muyumbu’s The Noses in Our Family and other short stories

Book: The Noses in Our Family and other short stories

Author: Gilbert Muyumbu

Publisher: Pangolin Publishers

Year of publishers: 2014

Number of pages: 143

Genre: Short story collection

Number of stories: 15

The thing with short story collections is that just like a very famous reviewer for the Washington Post, I don’t like them as I tend to have a problem keeping track of the characters. I am one of those readers who start with a book and by page fifty am still getting used to the characters and their weirdnesses. So the short story is a problem for me as I have to learn my characters fast and just as I am getting to grips with them the story ends. Not ideal for those who want to enjoy their prose and savour it. I see the short story as a quick shower which gets you clean and you may or may not enjoy it depending on the time of day you are doing this or whether you are coming in from the rain like it happened to me when I was leaving Capital Centre yesterday. On the other hand a novel is a bath which one can luxuriate in and saviour the experience of being clean. Weirdly enough I prefer showering with cleanliness and the novel where prose is concerned.

The Noses in Our Families and other stories is the debut collection by Kenyan writer Gilbert Muyumbu with 15 stories covering several topics that many East Africans have to deal with like nationhood, HIV/AIDS and social concerns. Given in crisp fashion with a focus on function as opposed to style for its sake, which I like, they deal with some of the topics that we tend to hear more about in our writing.

Two of the most striking stories dealing with national crisis are the title story The Noses In Our Families and The Rich Man of Yesterday. In the former, a family in an unnamed country comes from a strange ancestor called Ayimba. Ayimba had two wives one who had a shorter more “African” nose and the other had a more elongated nose. When the rulers of their country have African noses the “Africans” would take charge of the family wealth and ensure that the both branches of the family are well taken care of. When the longer nose rulers start ruling, the family hands over the wealth and the shorter nose people go into exile to be taken care of by now in charge. The current predicament or story arch is the case of Oliviella who suggests to the current family patriarch that perhaps they should just do plastic surgery to ensure that their family members can blend whatever the regime is there they are safe. This story portrays the madness that was seen in 1994 when families killed one another in 1994 in Rwanda and Burundi and suggests uncanny solutions.

Then there is The Rich Man of Yesterday where we meet Njugus at a political rally waiting for Politicians to come and address a crowd. We come to learn that this guy was a very rich man owning a hardware store in a part of the country which was hostile to people of his community. When post election violence comes he loses his wealth as his stores are burnt down; the worst part is that the perpetrator of the crime is his childhood pal. When he loses his wealth he goes slowly down the path of hopelessness. This story is a brilliant portrayal of what the madness that racked our nation when we had the elections of 2007.

Its World AIDS Day today so I suppose I have to mention the HIV/AIDS story in the collection Things That Happen When We Fight. In this one a young woman is mourning the passing on of her husband. Only she is bitter as he gave her the big disease with the little name while she was still young and desirable.

The characters are believable and the whole spectrum of human beings that we run into every day in this country are portrayed skillfully.

The collection does have its flaws. Like you would find when you buy an album there are some stories which are there as “fillers” as we called them in the old country. They don’t seem to add to much to the enjoyment of the reader. Stories such as The Lamps and The Moths and By the Mouth of the Great Ocean are remarkable in how unmemorable they were to this reader. There must have been a reason they were included in this collection but to entertain, inform or educate was not one of them.

The font the book is quite small so some who are used to spacing in their reading might have a problem getting the most enjoyment out of this book. Yet in spite of the tiny font and the few unmemorable stories this is a decent collection for you who wants to check out some hot new talent from Kenya. I have a feeling that this will not be the last time I will be hearing of this Gilbert Muyumbu name. You heard it here first.

A review of Diekoye Oyeyinka’s Stillborn

Book: Stillborn

Author: Diekoye Oyeyinka

Publisher: East African Educational Publishers (EAEP)

Publication year: 2014

Number of pages: 262

Genre: Fiction

Stillborn is the debut novel from Nigerian writer Diekoye Oyeyinka which was published by Kenyan publisher East African Educational Publishers (EAEP) and launched in Nairobi recently. The book tells the story of two main characters; Chukemeka Ogbonna aka Emeka and Dolapo Odukoya as told by Seun Odukoya the nephew of the latter.

Emeka is born in the most tragic of circumstances as both parents die at his birth and he is raised by his uncle in South West Nigeria. While a young lad, the nation of his birth gets to its independence from former colonial power Britain. He goes to school far from home at the Federal Government College in Ibadan where he becomes the only Igbo boy in the college full of Yorubas.

Dolapo is a young lad who grows up in a village (everyone who grew up on the continent prior to 1980 seems to have grown in a village) with his parents and younger brother who dies. Also in his village is his favourite cousin Ranti. He attends Federal Government College in Ibadan where Emeka becomes his room mate and they start a life long friendship; BFFs all the way baby! When Dolapo finishes high school he goes to college and to learn law.

Emeka moves to Lagos to make a living under the tutelage of a businessman called Mr Chukwura. He becomes a trusted lieutenant to the businessman until he is instructed to sell the business due to an impending war in his country. He does this and leaves his share of the loot with his old pal Oladipo. He moves back to his home province and joins the Igbo army when the Biafrans opt to secede from Nigeria; Dolapo opts to fight on the side of the Nigerians. Emeka deserts after a meeting with his BFF in battle.

While away from the war he marries and gets a child called Nneka. After the war he emerges as a writer of articles in his local newspaper that ensures him many years in jail as he is against the all powerful military dictatorship. He is eventually released and goes back home to find his family is long gone.

Dolapo on the other hand leaves the army and uses the loot given by his BFF Emeka to set up his firm and becomes a prominent human rights lawyer.

The two friends meet later when they are older men.

The story goes through some of the most traumatising times in Nigerian history; the Biafran war, the religious battles in Jos in the 1990s, military dictatorship that the country was forced to endure. It is a very brutal book in many parts with characters being done away with Danielle Steele style – you get to love them then they are dispatched with painfully.

Emeka has the more colourful story and he reminds me a bit like watching that 1994 movie Forest Gump. He seems to be at the centre of everything big that happened in Nigerian history spending time in jail with Fela Kuti, working for governors and the like.

This blogger does that Stillborn pose on his couch.

The book seems to use the old techniques that were much loved by the Chinua Achebe and Ngugi Wa Thiong’o with the prose being very measured and the pace slow which I will be honest drove me nuts when I started. It was so old school that I saw the reemergence of the “Harmattan” which I haven’t seen in modern books from Africa’s biggest economy (after rebasing) in recent times. As we come to further the pace picks up quite a bit which is appreciated by this reader.

It wasn’t pretty but the brutality of living in Nigeria over the last few years was well espoused by the characters in the tale. Characters who incidentally are very well constructed and written. One doesn’t need to be Nigerian to understand the craziness of the Igbo/Fulani/Hausa dynamics as they are shown as I see the same happening in my own Kenya. The religious conflict in Jos from the 1990s will especially be of interest now as Boko Haram tells us that these issues haven’t been sorted just yet.

Would I recommend that you read this book? Hell yeah. Its a great read. Its a bit slow at the beginning but the pace picks up as we go along nicely. It reminds us that even as the “Africa Rising” generation we want realise that the things we see happening have been plaguing us from independence and we want to find new solutions.

P.S. Buyers of the book get a weird bonus; they take a selfie enacting the brilliant cover of the book and having it posted on the authors Facebook page. Cool!

Zukiswa Wanner reviews A Renegade Called Simphiwe by Pumla Dineo Gqola

Book: A Renegade Called Simphiwe
Author: Pumla Dineo Gqola
Publisher: Jacana Media
Number of pages: 180
Year of Publication: 2013

Simphiwe Dana is perhaps one of the better known musicians from South Africa under 40. Often compared to musicians like Ringo Madlingozi and the late Miriam Makeba, the young artist has won many awards with her three albums as well as come up with some interesting views on her public profile on Twitter. In A Renegade Called Simphiwe, feminist scholar and fellow South African Pumla Gqola explores Dana in eight essays comprising eight chapters.
Renegade begins by exploring the existence of Dana in contemporary South Africa alongside her fellow genius contemporaries in different artistic fields in South Africa. Put alongside a musician who Kenyans may be familiar with (Thandiswa Mazwai, the only female and arguably the most successful of the band Bongo Maffin), two poets, a visual artist, a filmmaker, and a novelist – all female, all black, all working against the grain- Dana seems to hold her own in the first essay No paradox: A renegade’s community. Her contemporaries are explained as is she and the way their works have left an indelible mark on the South African (and sometimes world outside South Africa) scene. The next essay focuses on the politics of her music. Its ability to get the audience pondering deeply or in the very next track, its flirty playfulness yet always beautifully arranged because this is an artist who cares about her work immensely.
Chapter three and four will resonate with many Kenyan women as they explore both Dana as a sexual being as well as a woman. A ‘soft feminist’ as Gqola states that Dana describes herself. Both entitled Desiring Simphiwe 1 and 2, the former chapter starts with anecdotes of two seemingly intelligent men doing that most juvenile of actions – making allegations of having had some form of relations with Dana to the writer. Gqola places the actions of these men in the broader world of gender relations on the continent and how patriarchy feels it is okay to police women’s bodies. This is perhaps something that Kenyan women can relate to in view of the minimal criticism given to a certain senator who questioned the behaviour of a grown woman presenter on live radio last week. The latter chapter explores the artist Dana, her femininity as well as her feminist stance. Subtitled ‘soft feminist’ Gqola states that this is a phrase that Dana has used to describe herself.  As an explanation Gqola states “although she was blatantly opposed to patriarchy, she still desired a strong man. I am not sure what she meant by a strong man…”
In subsequent essays, Gqola goes on to interrogate Dana’s stance on the politics of language and race vis-a-vis Dana’s famous tweefs with the leader of South Africa’s official opposition Helen Zille then finally concludes with a focus on her as an artist.
In one of the earlier introductory chapters, Gqola denies that A Renegade called Simphiwe is NOT a biography of the musician Simphiwe Dana. But this reader begs to differ. The book reads like a biography. A biography of thoughts by Simphiwe as well as an autobiography of thoughts by the writer. And despite it being written by someone in academia, it is fortunately, for the reader, as painless and enjoyable as it is a profound read.

A review of Nganga Mbugua’s Different Colours

Different Colours

Book: Different Colours
Author: Ng’ang’a Mbugua
Publisher: Big Books
Publication date: 2011
Number of pages: 260
Genre: Fiction

With the Nairobi International Book Fair in town then its only fair that I review a book from one of the folks in the running for the Wahome Mutahi Literary Prize. Unfortunately I don’t have access to any right now so you will have to make do what I have on hand which is Different Colours from Nairobi Kenya based Nganga Mbugua. The author is a serial winner/nominee of Kenya’s bigger literary awards winning the 2012 edition of that prize as well as winning the 2010 version for his The Terrorists of the Aberdare. His book of poems This land is our Land is the one in the running for the English adult prize this year’s Wahome Mutahi Literary Prize.
Different Colour’s tells the tale of Miguel an artist who moves to Banana County to paint a waterfall he had been told about by a fellow artist Billy Joe. He grew up in the Western part of the country and it is here that he discovered his love of the brush (writers = the pen, artist = brush) and decided that it was to be his destiny. As an apprentice under Paul the Painter he starts on his journey in his calling through an artist commune to eventually hosting his own exhibitions around the country and the world.
When he gets to Banana County he “shacks up” with a widow Angela Tenga who has a young son called Tom. There is a bad guy in this book; Dick Heita a pig farmer who is the resident shylock and all around businessman making money from the residents of the town.
The story unfolds as we see underhanded dealings that look to mess up the little community and its way of life because of one of the oldest sins; greed. The community must come together to save the world they know and Miguel the unlikely hero with his dreadlocks and paints and brushes is at the centre of it all.
The story has a happy ending which will please many like myself but the realist knows that in this country the bad guy will usually win at the end of the day.
The book has many good things going for it. This Nganga Mbugua guy can write. I enjoyed the tale of the man who moves to a different part of the country and has to cope with a new environment and survives the experience.
It goes with the same theme of the previous book The Terrorists of The Aberdare which had an environmental angle to it as well. Is Nganga Mbugua set to become the Kenyan writer giving tales of the triumph of good men against bad men determined to destroy our environment? Time will tell.
It is also the first book I read which was compliant with the new constitution as it deals with counties. So we have a stage set in Banana County on Orange River. Get the innuendo Kenyans? (For the none Kenyans it has to do with a famous referendum in 2005 where people had to choose either Orange or Banana that gave rise to the Orange Democratic Movement the political party). You don’t meet many books that are so with it in that regard.
The one thing that I found a bit disturbing is the use of some of the biggest words I have seen in recent times in a book. Sagacious. Anti-hero. An outdoor morality. At times you will need a dictionary if you want to navigate this book.
Then this lady who was house our Miguel is called Angela sometimes morphs into Juliana without warning and quickly back yet no one mentions that she had changed her name like Michael became Miguel. It can be very confusing.
A very good little book. Get your copy. You won’t regret it. But carry your dictionary.

A review of Jeremiah Kiereini’s memoirs A Daunting Journey

Book: A daunting Journey
Author: Jeremiah Gitau Kiereini (edited by Mutu Wa Gethoi)
Publisher: Kenway Publications
Year of publication: 2014
Number of pages: 258
Genre: Biography

A Daunting Journey is the memoir of Jeremiah Gitau Kiereini one of the most well known and least known Kenyans in recent times. This reviewer knew Bwana Kiereini for one reason; that he was the big boss at the Kenya Breweries then East Africa Breweries for quite a long time. The book tells tale of the young man born in 1929 on the year that Wall Street crashed leading to the US Great Depression in Kibicho, Central Kenya. He tells us about being raised by his haughty father Kiereini who was a leader of his sub-clan who had two wives Njanja and Njuhi. From the first wife he had Mai, Kirika, Jeremiah and Wambui while from Njuhi his second he had Zakayo Njoroge, Elizabeth (Beth) Njeri and Jeremiah Gitau the writer of the story.

He goes to school as a young man to the local school in Kiamwangi in Kiganjo then goes to Kagumo Primary, to Alliance High and finally Makere like all the bright chaps at the time. From here he returns to look for work and eventually works at the Indian High Commissioner. Here he works as an administrator and he sees what Africans are going through as they fight for independence in the 1950s. He leaves his cushy job at the commission and joins the colonial service as a rehabilitator of those who were in the concentration camps that the British had set up for people alleged to be Mau Mau or their sympathiser. After this role he becomes a District Assistant and then moves up in the new Kenyan civil service becoming a permanent secretary in the ministry of defence before being given the highest job in his profession as Head of the Civil Service.

He ends the tale with his life outside of the government explaining to us how he has kept himself busy after leaving government at the CMC Group which was a government parastatal when he joined. Also in there was an explanation of how he gained what his earthly possessions mainly by at the right place and the right place and loans from the bank.

He closes with a comprehensive statement on his dealings with the CMC motors that had led him to battlingtoclearhisname.

The book has some things going for it. It brings new light to one of the most traumatizing things to happen in Kenyan history; the attempted coup by Air Forces soldiers in 1982. He explains how the administration, where he was head of the civil service, know of the coup attempt beforehand and how the mutineering soldiers went ahead with their action just before they were arrested. He explains in detail how he goes about helping the country get the back on its feet after the madness.

Also in the book is a brilliant explanation of the history of Kenya especially in the earlier pages as he catalogues how the country came into being and the reason why there were so few people when the colonialists came at the end of the 19th century. This is because of death from disease that decimated the local population. We also learn how important the local Indian High Commission to the Kenyan independence struggle.

The book has several flaws. For one it is not well edited; looking through the book one could see typos all over the product that would have been caught by a half decent editor. With the stature of the man you would have imagined he would have gotten three or four professionals to go through the manuscript with a fine tooth comb. With the pride in his professional life you would have assumed that he would have packaged his product tow world class standards.

Then there is the amazing number of stands that the writer makes in his life. He takes the Mau Mau oath but somehow ends up working for the colonial government as a civil servant – the term at the time was home guard. The “notorious Jeremiah Kierieni” as he is known as to many Mau Mau as stated by Caroline Elkins in her book Britain’s Gulag, joins the administration even if he was supported the Mau Mau stand on independence but was against their violent methods as a Christian. He and President Jomo Kenyatta blame the constitution of independence as being used by the colonialists to delay freedom and they go on to change it then at the end he claims that it was the best constitution that the country ever had. So was the independence constitution a great or a lousy one?

While the bulk of this book concentrates on his work, a man’s family is an important part of who he is. This book touches on his family life but there are some aspects of it that are not clear. He married and then after a while had another lady, the National Nurse, as his wife. It is not clear whether he divorced the first and married the second or just got two wives.

Apart from this he reads as having mellowed out in his old age unlike in his youth when he and his cronies would not allow someone not driving a car of their class. In those days, he once went out of a club when he was drinking with some people with the intention of getting a pistol in his car to shoot a person who dared refer to former Attorney General Charles Njonjo as his husband before he saw sense and stood down.

Would I recommend you read this book? For an overview of how the country has changed in the last century and Kiereini’s place in it this book is quite good. Unfortunately I get the feeling that most of what he gives is probably available in the public domain and no new information is added to the Kenyan knowledge bank. It looks more like an attempt to answer to those who have accused him for a litany of ills from being on the wrong side of history during the Mau Mau rebellion, the Moi administration his involvement and most recently to CMC Motors and its drama.

A review of Siphiwo Mahala’s African Delights

Book: African Delights

Author: Siphiwo Mahala

Publisher: Jacana Media

Year of publication: 2011

Number of pages: 243

Genre: Short Story

Number of stories: 12

Jacana Media-published African Delights is the second book from Pretoria based South African writer Siphiwo Mahala. His first was the University of Kwa-Zulu Natal Press 2007 book When a Man Cries about a man who is player who has sex with a woman who turns out to be his daughter.

African Delights is a short story collection which has been divided into four segments: The Suit stories, White Encounters, The Truths and African delights. Each of the four segments has three stories each.

The first section is called The Suit and had three stories; The Suit Continued, The Dress That Fed The Suit and The Lost Suit. The second section White Encounters has three stories as well, Bhonti’s Toe, So Many Truths and White Encounters. The third section of the book is The Truths and the stories here are The Truth, The Other Truth and So Many Truths. The final section African Delights has The Queen of the Highlanders , African Delights and The Best of African Delights.

Some of these stories are brilliant. Take for instance two of these in the first section which was inspired by the legendary story written by legendary dude Can Themba (Kenyans will be shocked to learn that this name is pronounced Can Temba not themba, conversely the South Africans called their guy Albert Luthuli “Lutuli” so we should actually be calling one of our most famous streets Lutuli road) who wrote a story called The Suit. In this story, a man finds his wife having sex with a stranger, the stranger who promptly jumps out the window and runs for his dear life. Unlike in porn when a person finds his lady having sex with a friend and opts to join in, in real life when you are busted you run.

The husband who has been cheated on goes crazy. Instead of getting physically violent  he decides to be mentally abusive and torture his wife by insisting that the suit of the man who left in a huff is a guest and she has to treat it as one. This includes setting a place at the table for the suit, giving it a meal and the like. It doesn’t end well.

African Delights gives a reboot of the famous story from Mahala as well as Zukiswa Wanner. Mahala starts with his story The Suit Continued with an explanation of what happened to the naked man after he ran away without his suit and how coped with the madness that followed. Wanner’s story The Dress That Fed The Suit looks at the motivations of the lady that was caught pants down and how she copes with being a philandering wife and her husband’s reaction that leads her to the end of her line. The two stories are considered to be among the top twenty stories since South Africa got democracy twenty years ago so you know they are good.

Without a doubt my favourite segment of the book was the Africa Delights section. In the three stories we meet three characters; Mokoena a South African business man, Zodwa his wife and Simba the handyman of the Mokoena home. The tales are told from the view of the ancestors of Zodwa a beauty queen who ends up as a trophy wife. She also has a critical role is setting up a business called African Delights which is meant to pimp flesh to the visitors to South Africa during the world cup in that country in 2010. She also has to be generous with some of the clients at the instruction of her husband.

As part of her job she has to have sex with his client Baer Schweinsteiger German administrator who promises tenders to her benefactor/pimp for the upcoming world cup happening in South Africa. When she does have sex with him the act proves to be quite disturbing for her and amusing for me as a reader because of his demands.

I’m in Africa. Chirp like a monkey. It’s an adventure. I want to feel Africa” says Schweinsteiger.

In spite of following his instructions and chirping like a monkey she finds out on the TV later that the man had been fired for the corruption allegations.

The only thing that she has going for her is that she had fallen in love with the aforementioned Simba . It doesn’t go so well for her at the end of it all.

The one flaw I see in the book is the section called The Truth which makes references to his previous book When a Man Cries. While it is well written it does not stand alone so anyone who has not read that book will have a problem following the narrative.

Well written and funny are the two reasons why you should buy this book. To fully enjoy it you need to have read the writer’s preceding book When A Man Cries.