The Mzungu Boy
By Meja Mwangi
3.5/5
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Winner, Children's Africana Book Award - Best Book for Older Readers
For young Kariuki, life in a small village in central Kenya is one great adventure. And when he meets Nigel life becomes even more interesting. Nigel is from England and he has come to visit his great grandfather, the fearsome Bwana Ruin who owns the farm where all the villagers work. The villagers call Nigel the mzungu boy, and they view him with suspicion and fear.
Nevertheless, Kariuki becomes friends with Nigel and the two spend happy days exploring the forest together. Then one day the two boys decide to hunt down Old Moses, the biggest, ugliest, oldest and meanest warthog in the forest. The hunt takes them deeper into the jungle than Kariuki has ever gone, and his beloved forest becomes a frightening place, filled with dangerous creatures, including the Mau-mau, the mysterious men who have guns and are plotting against Bwana Ruin and the white soldiers. And when Nigel suddenly disappears, Kariuki realizes that it is up to him to save his friend.
Meja Mwangi
Meja Mwangi was born in Nanyuki, Kenya. He is the author of several novels and children's books. Meja currently lives in Columbus, Ohio. Visit Meja Mwangi's website: http://www.mejamwangi.com/
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- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Summary: It is an interesting tail that is told because it is not told from the perspective of the “white” boy. Kariuki and his people work for Bwana Ruin, the farm owner who also happens to be Nigel’s great grandfather. Nigel and Kariuki hit it off right away when they meet on the farm; despite that they were both told to not speak to the other. Nigel is constantly getting Kariuki into trouble because he does not listen to Kariuki when he [Kariuki] tells Nigel that there are rules in place. Nigel does not care about the rules even though it hurts his friend. They bonded over one particular activity, which was chasing a warthog to be able to catch it, but this activity fell short when Nigel disappeared. This caused even more strain for Kariuki and his family when Nigel was unable to be found for days. Later in the story it was told that Nigel had been rescued at the sacrifice of the native man who did the rescuing; Kariuki’s brother Hari. Review: An enticing story that brings middle aged readers in by the shear fact that the central message is that friendship does not always make life better. Mwangi tells the readers of the cold, hard truths of life in the tail of two boys traveling through life together. Kariuki got in a lot of trouble because of Nigel such as he ate the fish that Nigel caught even though he [Kariuki] told Nigel that he could not eat the fish. Nigel has no clue at all what is going on in colonial Africa, which is apparent when his great grandfather rounds up the workers into the pen, like animals, and Nigel waves to Kariuki like nothing is wrong and then he [Nigel] gets scolded for waving. It seems to be a lose-lose situation for the two boys and it continuously gets harder throughout the story. Although some may say that this is an inappropriate topic for this age level, I disagree because the boys in the story are young and it is important to learn that friendship has it's downfalls too.
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The Mzungu Boy - Meja Mwangi
MEJA MWANGI
THE
MZUNGU
BOY
GROUNDWOOD BOOKS
HOUSE OF ANANSI PRESS
TORONTO BERKELEY
Copyright © 1990, 2005 by Meja Mwangi
Published in Canada and the USA in 2011 by Groundwood Books
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One
I AM NOT CERTAIN when I first heard the word mau-mau. It may have been during the first round-up, after Bwana Ruin’s gun disappeared and was said to have been stolen by the mau-mau.
That fateful morning we had woken up to find our village surrounded by soldiers. Hundreds upon hundreds of heavily armed white soldiers. They rounded us all up — every man, woman and child — and herded us into the cattle auction pen outside the village. There they made us sit on fresh cow dung to wait for Bwana Ruin.
Meanwhile, they searched the village. They searched every single hut. They searched every nook and cranny. The villagers had received their monthly pay the night before. Many of them had hidden their money, but the soldiers unearthed it all. Later we learned that the soldiers had also stolen watches and jewelry.
They kept us in the cattle enclosure until the sun came up, bright and hot, and the children started to complain of hunger. Even then the soldiers would not let us go home or tell us what they wanted with us.
Then an angry soldier came and called out my father’s name. My father rose, bowed his head and waited to be shot.
Come,
the angry soldier ordered.
Father said a quick farewell to us and stepped forward. They hurried him away in the direction of Bwana Ruin’s house, and we waited to hear the gunshots. We waited a long time. He told us later that he too thought that the day of his death had come.
But that was not the reason the soldiers wanted him. Bwana Ruin was angry that his trusted cook had been rounded up along with the rest of his watu, his people. He had no hot water and no breakfast, and he was very angry.
By the time my father had lit the woodstove, heated the water and cooked breakfast for him, we in the cattle enclosure were cooking under the mid-morning sun. The children cried from hunger. The parents grumbled. No one had the courage to complain to the soldiers guarding us. They stood with their guns pointed at our heads while they smoked cigarettes, ate chocolate and drank Coca-Cola.
Bwana Ruin came at noon. He was a big man, bigger than any man in our village. He was dressed in his usual light green khaki and riding boots. He carried his riding whip wherever he went, even when he did not have the horse, and would sometimes use it to beat up workers who did not take off their hats when he passed by them.
He climbed on the auctioneer’s platform and addressed the workers. His voice was loud and more frightening than his whip when he was angry.
"Watu, he said, tapping on the side of his boot with the riding crop.
You know me well. I’m a reasonable bwana, aye? Kweli ama rongo? True or false, aye?"
"Kweli," the people said. We knew that other bwanas’ watu lived much harder lives.
"When you steal milk from my dairy, do I send you to jail as they would, aye? he asked us.
No, I do not. Kweli rongo?"
"Kweli," the people said. Bwana Ruin whipped the hide off the culprits instead, and made them pay for the milk.
"When you stole my wheat last year, did I call the police on you, aye?" he asked.
He had whipped the thieves senseless and let them go. Everyone knew the men would never steal from him again after the beating they had received.
"When your totos steal fruit from my shamba, he said, tapping at his boot.
When your children break into my orchard and take my fruit, do I set my dogs on them any more as other bwanas would, aye? No, I never do that. I send them to you to discipline yourselves. Kweli rongo?"
"Kweli," the parents agreed.
He had set his dogs loose on us only once, with tragic results. Now he contented himself with whipping our bare buttocks raw with his riding crop, and then sending us to be properly thrashed by our parents. That did not stop us going back to his orchard. It was the only fruit garden around.
"You know me well, aye? he said.
I am the fairest bwana in the whole of Nanyuki, aye? But this time you have gone too far."
He struck at his boot so loud that those children who had fallen asleep woke up, startled.
Bwana Jack Ruin was a big man. He was taller than anyone I knew. Even taller than our headmaster, Lesson One, who we feared like death. Lesson One was so tall that he had to bend forward to enter our classrooms. But Bwana Ruin was taller and stronger. They said that he had once lifted the foreman, the largest worker on the farm, and thrown him right through the dairy — in at one door and out at the other — without touching the floor.
Bwana Ruin was from England. His hair was the color of wheat just before the harvest. He had dark brown spots on his fierce face and on his big hairy arms right down to his fingers. He had a thick wild moustache and hard eyes as green as a cat’s. When he was angry, as he was now, his eyes glinted and sparkled and made everyone afraid.
He shook and roared with fury. He waved his fist and brandished his whip at us. Finally he stabbed an angry finger into our midst and swore that no one, not one of us, would leave the cattle pen before his rifle had been returned.
The people looked at one another and wondered who might have done this terrible deed. Bwana Ruin waited for someone to step forward and confess. Standing on the platform high above our heads, he appeared to be the voice and the power of God. No one could defy his might. His all-seeing eyes would show him who the thief was. Then there would be hell to pay. I was a little angry myself when no one came forward to return the stolen gun.
I was twelve years old. I no more understood the frightful things that were going on in the country at large than I understood the things Bwana Ruin said. But the manner in which he spoke and the presence of the angry white soldiers left no doubt in my mind that something more serious than the theft of a single rifle had happened.
The soldiers had set up a big interrogation tent on the other side of the dairy, where they now took the men one by one for questioning. They were gone for a long time. When the men came back, they looked older and crushed. One by one they went, and one by one they came back, all quiet and afraid and unwilling to talk to anyone about it.
We sat in the cattle pen until sunset. We were not allowed to eat or to go to the toilet. Children cried themselves hoarse from hunger and thirst. Women fainted and their men grumbled. They talked and wondered what they should do.
Who could have taken the white man’s rifle? Was he going to let their wives and children die for the sake of a gun?
But no one knew anything of the disappeared rifle. Nor of the people called mau-mau, who he said were out to rob and murder and cause chaos throughout the land.
I turned to Hari and asked him in a whisper, What is mau-mau?
He kicked me into silence. I did not know it at the time, but mau-mau were the same people we quietly referred to, in whispers, as andu a mutitu, the people of the forest. They sometimes came to our house late at night to eat and to talk to Hari in whispers. But I was not allowed to tell anyone about it.
At six o’clock the soldiers allowed us to go back home. They took away nine young men for further questioning. We never saw them again. We heard later that they had been taken for detention to faraway Manda Island. Still later, we heard that they had all died from malaria.
Apart from my father the cook, the houseboy, the herdsmen and the milkmen, no one had done any work that day. No one would get any pay that month. We all missed school that day too. But we got our pay all right when we turned up the following day, in uniform