Mess really messed me up. I am not ok after reading the fifth instalment of the series.
Out of the 5 books, this is by far her best work in the series. It is emotional, gut wrenching, raw and poetic in a way.
The 5th book revolves around Mqoqi Zulu, whom in the previous four books was probably more an errand runner for his older brothers, rather than a Zulu brother. We start to see him more towards the end of Iqunga. His story evoked feelings of motherhood in me, rather than attraction/lust (which was the case with Nkosana, Qhawe and Mqhele). I wanted to hug him, protect him, heal him, console him and tell him everything is going to be ok.
If you have 3 kids, Mqoqiwokuhle Zulu would be the middle child. The one who lives in the shadows of the older and the younger ones. The one who is misunderstood, the loner, the one whose soul needs freedom. He was expected to be a Zulu brother and his vulnerabilities and fears were swept under the carpet. If they were not swept under the carpet, like everything else in the Zulu family, they were “handled.” His character speaks to so many men, especially in South Africa. He is stuck between whom he is expected to be (or actually is, because life happened) and whom he wants to be (but can’t be, again because life happened). He is the only Zulu brother who meets the woman he builds a life with, and expects her to be nothing, but exactly who she is (compared to Nkosana, Nqoba, Mqhele and Qhawe), even though he was messed up himself. He spoke to her about his feelings, his flaws, his fears. Whether she heard him, is another story entirely. It did not take much for Mqoqi to gain trust and open up (especially to women). This is why the likes of Amanda and Lerato were able to access the family through him.
Even though the book ended the way it did, I feel the person Mqoqi wanted to be won in the end. He wanted to not be a Zulu Brother, but to be Mqoqi Zulu. Just Mqoqi Zulu. Not one of the feared Zulu Brothers. Not a member of the wolf pack. In my perspective, the two were not going to be able to co-exist. As the reader, I need to make peace with this, and move on. I honestly feel like his brothers failed Mqoqi. I’m almost even disappointed in them, because they show up for their wives and everyone else, but could not show up for Mqoqi. After what happened to Lale, the book would have ended differently if he had continued to be a Zulu Brother, so he decided not to be a Zulu Brother.
The book also touches on a topic that is taboo, especially in the black community in South Africa: Depression and Mental Health. It is so amazing how the strongest (externally) are the most wounded (internally). When people attempt suicide, we should not take it lightly. We may not understand what they are feeling but we need to be there for them. We need to get out of ourselves and check in on them, and make sure they are alive and not just trying to survive.