Ndlalidlindoda community represents many of our communities. The communities that voted with the hope of a better life, where employment was promised to be a thing of the past, where poverty was supposed to be eradicated, where all basic needs were promised to uplift human dignity. But even today we still have people who sleep hungry, kids who cannot afford to go to school nor to have required school uniforms, where health care is not a priority, where people are losing jobs than getting them, where graduates are loitering around without a promised future, where young and old still line up for lousy government grants to feed their families and they have to accept and appreciate because they are doing a “favour” for them, where farm workers are abused and underpaid and many more.
The above is everything that happens in this community where government officials only remember their existence when it is closer to elections. Where government comes with ideas to eradicate poverty in the form of co- ops to be run by communities and be funded by government which are never implemented. We still have people who lose their dignity in these communities like the Priest in this book who lost his job and could hardly support his family.
It is such a sad truth that even after so many years of democracy we still have such communities. While these communities exist, we do have those that are still black and staying just a stone throw away from these poverty stricken communities, yet badla “izambane lampondo”, the rich and privileged ones. They do not fight the same battles with their brothers and sisters because they have made it in life. While they throw piles of food away and clean their fridges, these communities sleep with nothing but water in their stomachs.
The story though it is made a novel it is the truth of many communities. It has farm workers that are over worked but paid peanuts by a white man. It also has a black school principal that lives in a double story house who gets tenders left right and centre and he gives nothing to the community that he comes from, not just giving but steal from them in the process by not using the money intended for service delivery for its purpose. Is this not what our leaders do in most communities and throw these monies in their pockets?
Is this not what leads to most strikes we see in our communities. The crime rate that is not capped to such an extent that people take law into their own hands? Get all these facts from this book. See how hunger does to our people. It takes away their dignity, they lose value of life and whatever they believe in. They believe ancestors are doing nothing though they slaughter cows and goats yearly to appease them. Those who believe in God, they see their prayers not being answered and leave Him too. They have no hope for future.
But I loved the end of this novel. At the end of the day, as people, we need to fight and take responsibility for our own lives. No one will do anything for you, it has been proven. We need to unite against poverty and deal with issues that affect us head on. The future is in our hands.
Sithole outdid himself in this novel that is based on the truth of many communities. He did this so effortlessly with so much humour in between. He deals with issues like child rape, poverty, service delivery and many more. Siyabonga Jobe!!!