Oh lawd, the last time I read a book in a day was a while back. It helped that it was a school day therefore had hours to dedicate, uninterrupted, to my reading of this book.
Kopano Matlwa writes with a maturity which veils her age. Instead of this trait disguising her true nature, it reveals herself to the reader. Herself. Her inner being. Her perceptual self.
I'd read 2 of her books previously, "The Coconut" and "Spilt Milk". I wasn't so taken by "The Coconut". Felt that the protagonist was too self-indulgent. When you have too much time focusing inwardly, you will always fall short. Self-critical, negative self-esteem etc. All those problems that we don't have time for as we outchea BUSY carving lives of our own. "Spilt Milk" fell short in character development. I felt that Kopano could have taken the Pastor and the principal's story further. But this right here, "Period Pain", is the grand-prix of all her writings. Suspense-filled, gripping and saliva-dropping drama.
The story is about Masechaba and how a traumatic episode nearly pushed her over the edge, literally, and her journey to reclaim her life. Masechaba is a young graduate, interning at a public hospital. The story is set in South Africa and is peppered with political and social pressures of the day. Unemployment, xenophobic episodes and Masechaba's mother, a God-fearing woman, filled with loathing for foreigners amongst other things.
Prior to graduating, Masechaba experiences personal loss. A loss of her brother through death. Suicide. And she questions God's presence in the world. This she does through personal conversations that she has with God. Kopano depicts these one-sided conversations so well that I was left with such a profound feeling. Her second loss is her father. Though he doesn't die, his moving out of the house leaves her with a deep scar.
Masechaba is a young doctor navigating the pressures of her work, her deep sense of uselessness towards her patients and living her life. Kopano narrates this so well that I felt Masechaba's hopelessness. Her desolate sense. She leaves home and moves in with Nyasha. The fiery colleague who feels that South Africans are a lazy people resigned to grin and bear the crap piled onto them by white people. Meanwhile, Masechaba is drowning. Doctoring is hard. Very hard and demands that Masechaba makes sacrifices. Her life is suffocating her and she needs her roomate to just hold and steady her. This is what Masechaba says of Nyasha after one of her many tirades, "Her hands were always so full of good arguments, unsettled debts and old grudges that there was no room for nothing else".
There is something bubbling within the community she works in. A quite, latent anger threatening to spill over like an over-filled cauldron. Masechaba can't notice it because she is too busy putting body and soul together. She can barely take care of herself and now Nyasha chastises her for not caring enough about social issues. She's got nothing left to give. Her patients drown her. Her work environment fills her with trepidation."You learn a lot in the dead of the night: that if you cry while you are peeing, and hang your head between your legs, the tears collect in your eyelashes, so that when you walk back into the ward, there are no lines down your face but stars before your eyes".
A few weeks later Masechaba had a conversation with her mother about the appalling conditions at the hospital and the patients. Patients who looked at her for help and her mother said that"...must walk in their shoes, but try not to bring their shoes home". Masechaba thought, "But i fail at walking in their shoes. They have no shoes." This tore my heart to pieces. Can you picture a fresh faced recently-graduated young person, who is supposed to be full of "joie de vivre" speaking and walking around with a defeatist attitude? The youth is supposed to be full of vigour. Full of innovative solutions but not Masechaba, her hear, mind, body and spirit were beat.
Her deciding to do something about the attacks within the community led to an assault which became a pinnacle of her development. As traumatic as it was, it symbolised new beginnings for her. She stopped obsessing about the "what ifs" and the "what could bes" breathed and came into her own. Why do we have to go through the fire before calm envelopes us?
Kopano makes a lot of references to the Bible and each chapter begins with a Bible verse. I guess when earthly things do not make sense to us and we cannot understand the workings of life, reaching out to a higher power sort of absolves us from the responsibility of acting or not acting.
Mark 5: 25-34 is the opening passage of this book and it starts like this:" There was a certain woman, which had an issue of blood twelve years...". Towards the end of the book, the dots are so expertly connected, knoting that passage, the book title and Masechaba's metamorphosis tightly that I couldn't help but wonder if this book was not based on true-life events.
Brilliant writing from Kopano. 5 phat stars.