The story about Tuahir and Muidinga is sad and reminded me a lot of the Road by Cormac McCarthy. Kindzu’s story is strange and reminded me a lot of the War of the End of the World by Mario Vargas Llosa. It was a story that was hard to follow because of the mix between real time and dream time; what was real and what was imagined? I didn’t quite grasp the African superstitions and traditions, which made it hard to understand what was really going on.
ps. I need to take a break from war-themed books. Too bad war seems to be the main theme in books from Africa (and yes, I’m perfectly aware why that is). Feel free to recommend.