4.25/5
wow. what a stunningly harrowing read. in 200 pages a really mesmerising contemplation of the intermeshing of tradition vs. modernity, otherness, homeland, migration, patriarchal society, maternity, tribalism, materialism, wealth creation, community, poverty, duty and so much more. also a lot of privilege is given to the importance of land, connection to earth with beautiful imagery. read this for kenya in my reading around the world and sooooo glad i did. really duplicitously simple.
there's so much complexity in how ogot depicts nyapol. she privileges nyapol as a woman whose instincts and warnings against greed for wealth, as a distinct voice of reason contradict ochola's and is held back by a patriarchal society. additionally, the love between nyapol and ochola is consistently shown. she also inhibits the archetype of what a "submissive, serving, obedient" wife is and they all kind of suffer for ochola's stubborness to disregard his male hubris and listen to her and go back to seme. i learnt a lot here about topics that i haven't read about before in african literature. there's a lot here on pre-independence, the conflict of luo settlers from kenya in tanganyika (now known as tanzinia), on medicine men, the individualism of 'white men', the fallacies of 'white men wisdom'. there's also a good amount in here of grief and motherhood, both ochar and his brother's constant hallucinations and yearning for their mother's guidance, appreciation for chila was greatly evocative. the heavy involvement of magical realism and the supernatural towards the end was really well done and the images were really gorgeously spooky.
the only negatives for me with this was that the ending was abrupt and weakened the impact of the story. also i personally am not religious and also don't fully understand all of the religious symbolism/conflict underpinning what the white doctor was talking about in the hospital.
i really really wish i was smarter and more informed about kenyan literature and history so that i could fully understand the nuance of all of the themes and plot points in this but even from my limited knowledge there's SO much in here that's expressed really adeptly and beautifully through a deceivingly simple plot.
need to read more of grace ogot, largely considered the "mother of kenyan literature"['s] work because boy was it refreshing, gorgeous and affecting. more people should have access to this and read it!
quotes i loved:
- So they went, one man from each home. It was a day like this, the sun was hot. The fields were red with millet. But they never came back. The white man's battle swallowed them up. The Kipande they had carried was returned - but they remained. They remained in the land whether there was no sunshine nor the warmth of a woman nor the cry of a child. Sleep on, sons of the soul. Sleep on. You were taken from us young and strong. You were too young to sleep. The earth had no shame to have swallowed your souls. And to hide you from the warmth of the sun. Weep with me you fathers. Weep with me you, whose brothers sleep. Weep with me, mother, weep with me, mothers Who long for the warmth of a man. My clansmen have slept. My brothers are no more. The sun is warm. The fields are red with millet. The brides are ripe for marriage. But you see them no more. Sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep in the land of the white man...'.
- "Why had God been sleeping for so long? When he created this land, he must have had a better purpose for it. He must have said that this land, like the land of Canaan, would flow with milk and honey so that its inhabitants could have plenty to eat and drink and live a better life....The land that stretched before Ochola was a tired land which had nourished maize and millet crops since time immemorial. The exhausted soil had no rest from the wretched little hoes that scratched its surface only to make it easier for the floods to sweep up the good soil. Ochola caught Nyapol's eyes on him and he bent to his hoe again. Perhaps God was not sleeping, but was merely watching the widdom of man. He made the land, yes, but He had given it to man. If a man was a fool, he would toil foolishly, reaping but little each year until he, man, according to God's word, returned to dust.
- Nyapol had spat on the floor and told him, "There's nothing to be proud of, leaving your inheritance to go and live as a refugee amonst strangers. The Umuri people left their land and came to live in your land and now you won't even recognise them. You call them names and you look down on them. Why? Because they are foreigners who know quite well that they have no right to our land. Their fathers didn't conquer it like our fathers did. It's time you swallowed your pride and accepted the fact that you're a lost man."
- "How could anyone think of leaving this land? Our ancestors died fighting for this land. The Nandi lived in these valleys and on these hills and they drank from the river below. The land was fertile but the Nandi did not cultivate the land - they were herdsmen. Our grandfathers declared war on them because they did not know the value of land - they grew no crops or vegetables. The battle raged for two full market days, and afterwards many warriors were never even buried. They were drowned by the angry river in the depth of the lake. The Nandi were driven away to the mountains."
- Within a short time Nyapol realised that you could not take your time going on to a white man's boat. You had to rush on board or you were left behind and the boat sailed away without you.
- You know the fate of the strangers who live amongst us here? They have no voice in the running of our land. They're lonely because they're not accepted by our people. Is this what you want? You who are descended from a distinguished clan? All your grandfathers were warriors. They died fighting for this land. Why go away and be destitute, leaving your inheritance here?"
- "You are my eldest son - this land is yours. Our fathers died fighting for this land so that you might inherit it. It is more precious because your grandfathers bought it with their own blood. Why go to a strange country to buy land? I'll soon lie in my grave. The land we have is more than enough for you, my son...If you go away, who will bury me when i die?"
- "Riches! I don't desire riches! I'm rich as I am! I live on our own land! But what I need most is your company. Don't deprive me of that my son, don't deprive me of that!"
- "Of course it's important to care about home ties, to want to live and to die in the land of your forefathers, but as the world is changing so much, wealth and comfort is becoming more and more desirable."