The book kicks off with a powerful thought provoking preface that shares the all important plea that, as Africans, we should unapologetically, acknowledge, embrace and celebrate all that is authentically ours and us ; in literature and everywhere else.
We have a rich history, present, and future that does not have to mimic, or undermine itself before others. It does not have to necessarily centre around glamor, popularity ,wealth and materialism.
In quoting Merriam Tlali, Mohale Mashigo reiterates the importance of writing about "things that expose what we feel inside". She cautions against adopting mannerisms, styles and phrases, that may cause us discomfort and or disorientation, or worst still, that may make us look plain ridiculous.
Mashigo then proceeds to explain and to demonstrate the contents of her foreword to us in the explosive 12 short stories that make up "Intruders" . The stories are positioned under three sections titled "The Good The Bad and The Colorful.
We are regaled with multilayered, out of this world (pun intended) stories that include indeginous Black South African folklore coupled with local urban legends.
We get to take a trip to unfamiliar, forsaken and unusual settings, Johannesburg prison, Diagonal Street, dilapidated Carlton Centre in Jhb CBD and Bloemfontein.
It was a marvel to encounter misfits, unpopular characters that are often obscure and hover in the background, like Muzi, who has vitiligo,Steven, the drug addict, Thoko, a Rwandan national trying to pass off as a local, aus Gertrude, a woman secretly in love with another, and the immortal Mam Gladys.
The characters in " Intruders" transcend all realms. It was liberating that they are not confined or limited to Black reserves. Never would I have thought of township mermaids, or of a woman who can hear people think. The Tselane of Intruders being friends with Little Red Riding Hood. The characters reminded me of those of Ntheking Mohlele that deliberately infiltrate unfamiliar terrain.
The discomfort of reading about some of our realities, train surfing, child headed households, mob justice, "proper strong weed", kids that fight a parent for inheritance, misuse of uncle's disability grant, and cat callers, hit home.
The commentary on politics, feminism, mysogyny, femicide, and religion are well informed, daring and on point.
On femicide , the homeless monster hunter, Bell, laments "We would never have to deal with a Vera if men would stop killing women".
On upsent fathers, the teenage piano teacher reflects, during a lesson with Manoka " Do you ever wonder what your father is like? I wonder what mine is like and I've known him since I was born "
One political commentary about democratic South Africa that gave me goose bums was " What makes you so sure that you aren't in line at the post office or supermarket next to one of those apartheid death squad people? In your newsroom or whatever, who's to say that half those people didn't vote for the national party with pride and would do it again? "
Some of the stories may cause confusion in a reader if one is not familiar with local urban legends and African folk lore.
Mohale is neat, lyrical and thrives on structure and a writing style that showcases a brilliant play of words. Short story writing entails a special skill and the author has nailed it.
The distressed youth battling with socio economic factors. The misogynistic men folk. The defensive, unsafe, resilient and avenging women, are a mirror of our troubled society that "Intruders" captures vividly; simultaneously portraying hope that as far as gender issues prevail " Maybe at the bottom, we will finally be free. Together."
I highly recommend the book.