There’s something special about African writers, they use their heart and soul and the resulting emotions end up spreading on the reader’s psyche. Their regional customs and languages arrest the English letters and play hide and seek while tempting the seeker to look deeper every time. Yaa Gyasi has done justice to her African peers with this novel.
I had fallen in love with African literature when “Things Fall Apart” was recommended to me by the sales clerk in Johannesburg many years ago, after that there was no going back and I collected every title I could get my hands on from the masters and new writers.
Africa is special, it always has been. From my time living in Yola to the many business trips across the continent, I found love. Grace and Love from the people whose hearts are made of gold, and this gold has been exploited by the colonials for centuries and this needs to stop.
I come from Sub Continent that had also been cursed by the remnants of colonial rule. The filth and disgust in the form of landlords, politicians and other courtiers have been left behind to rule on unassuming masses and control them by inciting regional wars. However, the enslavement of the Sub Continent doesn’t even come close to the brutal shear force of sub-humanity unleashed by the colonials on Africa.
