VEILS OF SMOKE by SARAH KEY
It is always such a pleasure to read a good fiction book based on familiar stories in one’s own country. The setting in Alexander, Sandton, Kwa-Zulu Natal and Kgoši Mampuru C-Max Prison was real, vivid and almost palpable. The author nailed the “tsotsi taal” and everyday language usage and expressions in the South African and Gauteng township setup, and some aspects of township life. She even knew the sentiments on black women wearing wigs which did not emulate their natural hair, ancestral beliefs and related manifestations and practices and witchcraft stories.
The plot spans a period of 7 months mainly, from November 2016 to June 2017, with flashbacks of events that happened in Kwa-Zulu Natal in 2002 mainly, and other times. It unfolds in a chronological manner, showing what the characters are doing on a specific day and time, and the flash backs helped with a bit of background to understand the present. The story did not give away everything at once though, and the author tortured her readers there. The last day was fast paced and full of suspense, and it felt like I was watching an American action movie.
Before I get into the characters, I would like to express my criticism of the editorial team and publisher. The spelling mistakes in the book, especially at the beginning and the misspelt character names, were glaring. Also, even though there were a few white characters (people of European descent), the book was mainly based on black ones (people of African descent), and I felt that the author should have done more research to know how different ethnic groups in South Africa (SA) called their relatives and other things. I thought it was unlikely (even thought possible) that Lukas’ maternal grandmother in the Eastern Cape Province would be calling spirits “moea” (Sotho) and that there would be a rakgadi in the same house. These people should be speaking isiXhosa and a rakgadi is a seSotho word for an aunt on the father’s side. If these are the maternals, what is rakgadi (a paternal aunt) doing there? And, in isiXhosa, rakgadi is called dabawo. The aunts at one’s maternal family house are mam’ncane (if younger than one’s mother) or mam’khulu (if older than one’s mother). The correct nomenclature goes a long way in making a fiction book “real” and enjoyable.
Getting to the characters: Ruth Senatla was my all-time favourite. She came across as a woman who has experienced many hardships, setbacks, disappointments and sadness, but survived them all. It seems like her not wearing her emotions on her sleeves stemmed from those experiences. She had to find a safe and vigilant modus operandi. Ruth clearly loved Josiah and I couldn’t help but wonder why she turned down his marriage proposal three times. Was it because of past hurts? Was she scared of the possibility of being a widow earlier given the line of work Josiah was in? Was it a string of failed past relationships? I wish the author could have given us a scoop on who the father of her son was, and a bit of history around that so that we could have a clearer understanding.
Bra Josiah struck me as a man who was made and hardened by the streets, otherwise he wouldn’t have made it that long in the informal taxi industry. I wondered if he had ever had a wife and children, but something told me that Ruth was his soulmate but it was never meant to be. The bit narrated about him in the novel made me build a picture of a seasoned man who played different roles at different times, and that to me, made him human and a professional. I loved him.
Who was Papa Zeb really? Was he Ruth’s father or her old husband? It wasn’t clear. However, it was clear that Ruth cared about him and treated him with decency. I wish there was a brief account on his relationship with Mrs. Senatla and when or how he got to be in the condition he was in. I thought he was going to meet his maker before Josiah, but I guess it is true that humans will never know the ways of the LORD.
Lwazi, the boy raised by his aunt, and got on the wrong and dangerous side of life, was another of the people I liked and wished well for. I think his personal circumstances, e.g his mother and father not caring for him, being raised in a shebeen and surrounded by hardened criminals influenced his decisions and swayed him towards crime. I felt that he could be rehabilitated and saved, given that he still had a conscience and didn’t derive pleasure from the mission they pulled in the suburbs. I could see him being a friend of the good and hardworking Jackson from Autograph later on. Axle and MJ, like Masanabo Makubena, are far gone and I did not see any hope for them but premature death or long jail sentences.The latter was even on the same level as satan.
Tomas Ndaki was the devil himself. I have no words to describe how I felt about him and his actions. Men like him are found in seemingly normal households, roam the streets of SA daily and continue to kill and mime women with impunity. It is terrifying to be a woman in SA. At the rate at which Jongwe Makubena was going, like Karabo Mokwena, I could see his wife or girlfriends being murdered by him at some fancy Sandton apartment in the near future. Aggressive interventions must be done to stop gender based murders and violence in SA.
Lucas Makubena represented our country’s ugly and shameful truth. I imagined an elderly man, sweaty and over weight (don’t ask me why), who had no morals, shame or any inclination to steer the country and its future (through the youth) towards a brighter side. He was a killer of families, both literally and figuratively, a destroyer and a thief. He arrogantly crossed too many boundaries and his end was definitely fast approaching. Chubba Lethega the DG was just as bad. Hopefully something will come out of the Zondo Commission which is currently taking place in the country and such men will face the full might of the law.
The ugly side of cultural practices or the law, or their misuse, were shown through the experiences of the young girls and ladies in this book. By law, Cassidy’s father had a right to have her come over on weekends or during holidays, and her life changing abuse started there. Will she ever be fully healed? We do not know. Kwetsi never even had a shot at receiving formal education and she and her half-sisters existed because of, and lived terrible lives under the banner of a customary “law” which allowed a man to marry more than one wife. This “law” is practiced even when a man could barely support himself and one wife. Kwetsi and Sinazo’s fate stemmed from their backgrounds. What chance of decent living and survival in modern day SA does a child who does not have natural artistic and other talents, who was never taught lawful money generating skills, and who stopped schooling at 14 years have? It is a recipe for disaster which leads to exploitation, abuse and early death. Nonhlanhla was fortunate but she will share her sister’s burdens unfortunately. I pray for the “blessed” girls, Onge and Naledi Hadebe, to flee whist they still can.
Pamela Cunningham’s character and description was similar to that of a few professors I know and I just laughed when reading about her. The work done by the likes of her should be supported in many ways.
Thanks to the author for her contribution in raising awareness about transgenerational sexual relationships (blesser – blesse) which always disadvantage and ruin the lives of young girls, gender based violence and corruption in SA. I give the book 3.5 out of 5.