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156 pages, Paperback
First published August 14, 2013
I have been told many times by family, friends, colleagues and strangers that I, a Black African Muslim lesbian, am not included in this vision; that my dreams are a reflection of my upbringing in a decadent, amoral Western society that has corrupted who I really am. But who am I, really? Am I allowed to speak for myself or must my desires form the battleground for causes I do not care about?I appreciate everything this collection stands for, nonetheless, I also have my gripes with it. First and foremost, I wasn't the biggest fan of the writing style. It was too ordinary and blunt for me, sometimes even vulgar. I get that not everything has to be written in a beautiful way, but I am always looking for something special, for something with literary merit in its style, and Diriye couldn't deliver on that front. On top of that, I found it somewhat annoying that most of these stories were so sexually graphic or focused on the protagonist's sex lives. Given the fact that I don't enjoy reading about sex (...and people who tend to think about nothing else), it's not the biggest surprise that those instances annoyed me. However, I was very happy to see that apart from the sex, other topics are discussed as well. The struggles that Diriye's characters face are manifold: religion, race, class, mental illness.
In the Somali culture many things go unsaid: how we love, who we love and why we love that way. I don't know why Suldana loves the way she does. I don't know why she loves who she does. But I do know that by respecting her privacy I am letting her dream in a way that my generation was not capable of. I'm letting her reach for something neither one of us can articulate.In "Tell the Sun not to Shine", a young Muslim goes to pray at Peckham Mosque and recognises the imam, now with a wife and child, as Libaan, the fellow Somali teenager who was his lover years earlier in Nairobi. "Shoga" is set in Nairobi, where another Somali teenager tells us, "I was 17 and I specialised in two things: weed and sex." He becomes lovers with his grandmother's servant, a refugee from Burundi. When his grandmother finds out, she sacks the servant and cuts off her grandson: "We became two strangers bound by blood and bad history."
"In the end something gives way. The earth doesn't move but something shifts. That shift is change and change is the layman's lingo for that elusive state that lovers, dreamers, prophets and politicians call 'freedom'."
"But I've learnt that when is comes to being an African artist working in a white field, tutors or patrons want my experiences to reflect their fantasies: the cliched notion of the noble savage. Sometimes you have to give in, because they hold your destiny in their hands."