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236 pages, Paperback
First published May 1, 1964
It was to her the greatest reward she would get from her motherhood if she one day found her son writing letters, doing arithmetic and speaking English. She tried to imagine what the Howlands woman must have felt to have a daughter and a son in school. She wanted to be the same. Or be like Juliana. Juliana... must surely have felt proud to have a daughter who was a teacher and a son who would probably be flying to foreign parts soon. That was something. That was real life. It did not matter if anyone died poor provided he or she could one day say 'Look, I've a son as good and as well-educated as any you can find in the land.'I can imagine reading this passage and responding by writing . Njoroge loves school, but there is an ominous sign: he asks Nyokabi to tell him a story, because when he had to tell one in class, 'all eyes were fixed on me - I lost the story'. The idea that one might lose something in the process of education is hinted at by Njoroge's self-comparison with his brother Kamau, who has trained as a carpenter and become strong and skilled. Njoroge becomes more and more convinced of the benefits of education and his whole family makes sacrifices to support him in continuing despite bad turns of fortune. However, the only effect education seems to have on Njoroge is that he becomes more deeply invested in Christianity and its pie-in-the-sky-by-and-by optimism. The content of this education cannot be very substantial. The only lessons shared with the reader are the first, exciting lesson in which the engaging teacher Isaka shows the beginner class the alphabet, and an early English class where the class get into a muddle conjugating the phrase 'I am standing up'. This confusion about who is standing up in the language of the coloniser could be a hint. Who benefits from learning this language? Njoroge believes that knowledge of English is the measure of a person's education and that 'our country needs us' (ie educated people), but when his best friend Mwihaki asks him what for, he has no answer for her; he has no idea what concrete benefit will come from his education.
Njoroge listened to his father. He instinctively knew that an indefinable demand was being made on him, even though he was so young. He knew that for him education would be the fulfillment of a wider & more significant vision--a vision that embraced the demand made on him not only by his father but also by his mother, his brothers & even the village. He saw himself destined for something big & this made his heart glow.In the midst of being a child in a poor family but seemingly with great promise for the future, a strike is called for by workers on the large estate of a white landowner, Mr.Howlands, also involving a man named Jakobo, a comparatively wealthy African on whose property Njoroge & family have their huts. With Jakobo & Ngotho taking opposite sides in the struggle, life becomes increasingly complex for all. A further complication is the close relationship between young Njoroge & Mwihaki the daughter of Jakobo, something that reminded me at times of the discord between Shakespeare's Capulets & the Montagues.
It was no good calling on the name of God for he, Howlands did not believe in God. There was only one god for him--and that was the farm he had created, the land he had tamed. And who were these Mau Mau who were now claiming the land, his god?Meanwhile, Njoroge & many of the Africans see themselves in Biblical terms, with the Kikuyu & other tribes seen as the Israelites and Jomo Kenyatta as their Moses. Though expressing non-violence, Kenyatta, the future first president of independent Kenya is seen as a ringleader of the Mau Mau movement & is quickly jailed.
War, diseases, pestilence, insecurity, betrayal, family disintegrations--he had seen all of these. But Njoroge believed in the righteousness of God. Therefore, he thought all of this would work out in the end and he felt that he had been chosen to be the instrument of His Divine Service. Njoroge still believed in the future, of a better day he could give to a weeping child. He did not know that this faith in the future could be a form of escape from the reality of the present.Within what initially seems a fairly simple story is very well-crafted language and a tale that unfolds with gradually increasing complexity. The reading of this novel would be enhanced by some background knowledge of the Mau Mau era in Kenya & of that country's struggle for independence. There were some Kikuyu words that went untranslated in the book but this was a small distraction & I recommend the book highly to anyone interested in exploring the literature of Africa.
This was mandatory read back (way back) in secondary school but the struggle in Kenya pervades today's disenfranchised "Africa" resulting in the kidnapping of the "Nigerian Chibok girls" to the west; hijacking of ocean liners by Somalian pirates in the east; economic mismanagement by leadership of most African countries and many more tragic situations which have led to citizens being displaced and corrupt government officials being celebrated. I can't help but think of the irony that is Walt Whitman's poem which prefaces this book.
Weep not, child
Weep not, my darling
With these kisses let me remove your tears
The Ravening clouds shall not be long victorious
They shall not long possess the sky
The British/French/Germans long since left, but the calibre of today's African leaders are worse than any colonial master. I am African and I stand by that statement.