A young boy in an East African village opens his treasure box and takes out some wire, deciding to build a galimoto (Malawi word for a vehicle). But he doesn't have enough wire so he sets about finding some throughout the village. Will he find enough to make his special toy and, if so, what form will his imagination take with a few twists of the wire?
I appreciate the sense of joy, freedom and imagination the young boy experiences in the story. I was not as thrilled with the many grown-ups who seemed suspicious of his motives for looking around shops and junk yards. There was a bit of a disconnect there from the child going about on his own, so carefree, and then the adults seeming annoyed or upset at his ramblings until he told them what he was doing. It seemed that, in a village as small as this, he would be well-known and they would not think he was up to no good. Oh well, it was a minor quibble for an otherwise charming little story. The illustrations are very nice and evocative of place.
Best of all, I was struck with how the boy is so happy with so little--how his small box of treasures combines with his imagination to fill his days in a way that is just as good as a shopping spree to Toys R Us--even better, some would say! It seems that the fewer possessions one has, the dearer they become. Yet I think it's also true of children that they will choose a favorite toy or two no matter how many they have; it just seems to be in a child's nature to hug to something special and I think this universal feeling is displayed very nicely in this book.