’If you are to walk toward a field that lies at the edge of the small town of Foloiya when the sun is awake in the sky, you will hear the breeze whistling through the grasses, parting the dry and green strands as it makes its way to you. Or maybe you will think it is the rustling of someone hiding under the bast shrubs. At the end of the field, your eyes will light upon the face of a boy among the grasses, peering intently at something. You try to see what it is by following the trail of his gaze, but you see nothing.’
A rag tag group of young people have joined together, living in the wreckage of an old plane that had crashed and is now covered by the plant life that surrounds it.
’But Elimane never spoke about his earlier life, any more than the rest of them did. They knew only that, of the twenty years of his life, he had spent four living in the plane, the first year all alone. Kpindi had arrived next, then Khoudi, then Ndevui, and last of all little Namsa, only six months before.’
They are not related biologically, but they form their own family out of their common goal – to survive. And although they may be still young, they are no longer innocent in terms of how the world, their world, is run. They set out each day with each one having a goal in mind of what they need to accomplish that day, what they plan to pilfer, and most often end each day back inside their makeshift ‘home.’
’Poverty has a great appetite for eating one’s dignity, but Elimane was one of those people who fought to keep his, even when that was the only battle he was winning.’
Heartbreakingly real, my heart broke from them all, but the star of this story for me was Khoudi, whose inner strength made her shine above the rest, and I loved, of course, Elimane for his love of literature and that despite having so little in terms of comfort he has a collection of books that he cherishes.
This is a book that deserves to be read and experienced, rather than to be read about. Tackling racism, malice, corruption in government, poverty and the meaning of family, a story I won’t soon forget.
Many thanks, once again, to the Public Library system, and the many Librarians that manage, organize and keep it running, for the loan of this book!