Brief Summary
As the 1950s Mau Mau war breaks out in the foothills of Mt. Kenya, Wambũi, a fourteen-year-old girl leaves her besieged village to join a prestigious boarding school a half day’s journey away by train. There, she becomes aware of her extraordinary mathematical abilities discovered by her teacher, Eileen Atwood. Initially, Wambũi views Eileen’s attentions with suspicion and hostility, but over time, the two grow close and form a lifelong friendship. Unfortunately for Wambũi, the mid-twentieth century isn’t ready for a female math prodigy, particularly in Kenya.
But she quietly and defiantly takes on the obstacles seeking to define her, applying her unusual gifts in new directions, which ultimately benefits her impoverished family and inspires her siblings and their children to pursue their own dreams. After forty years in Kenya, Eileen unexpectedly loses her employment authorization and is forced to return to England, where she struggles to adjust to living in a country she barely recognizes. Meanwhile, Wambũi’s son, Ray, a doctor, navigates a fraught visa application process and travels to America to begin residency training; however, his hospital becomes insolvent and shuts down a year later. He and his colleagues are assimilated into other programs where, as foreign-born physicians, they endure relentless prejudice. As a black man, he also discovers that the streets of Chicago are sometimes quick to judge, with serious consequences.
A saga of family and friendship spanning five decades and three continents, 'The People of Ostrich Mountain' chronicles the interconnected lives of three outsiders as they navigate the vagaries of race, gender and immigration.
Betty Kilonzo –
I consider myself a very picky person. It is not easy to please me, especially when it comes to literally pieces. I’m a staunch critic and for that reason, I avoid buying books from either writers I know in person or whose names seem new in the market. I like value for my money and there’s nothing more infuriating than spending a whooping ksh 1000 on a book that makes you want to tear every page after you have read it and use them as lining for your cat’s litter box.
I walked into Nuriah shop knowing exactly what I wanted _ I’m that type of girl. A go getter. I wanted a self help book, to hell with what people think about those kind of books. I was in a place in my life where I needed redirection and what does that better than a good old self help book huh?! I remember picking up a pink book with scandalously red hearts that swore to teach me how to be a high value woman. It seemed intriguing up until I got to the section where “Hello Mother” sat.
First, it was the title that caught my eyesight. Or was it because it had been set directly on my eye level? It was love at first sight. I picked it in reverence, as though afraid of what it held and the minute I had it in my hand, I knew I was going home with it. First, it was the uniqueness in it’s cover. They say simplicity is the height of sophistication and boy isn’t this book sophisticated!
All through, I have read it in both greed and anxious dread. Even as I sacrificed my precious sleep time to read one more letter, I kept glancing at the dwindling pages that meant I was soon approaching the end and I did not want the letters to stop coming! May I say that I trauma bounded with the character in all the unhealthy ways. It took me on a trip so emotional and so necessary it left me raw and, surprisingly, open for healing. I believe every adult deserves to write letters to the ghosts in their closet, like Toma did in the book. It may be a practice in futility but if “Hello Mother” has taught me anything, sometimes, we do these seemingly baseless things for ourselves, not for our monsters.
This is a book that was very necessary for me to read and I’d recommend it to a million and one people. The way the writer sticks to reality amazes me. Reading it, you live life in all it’s beauty and ugliness. Unlike most fiction books, “Hello Mother” is not here to kiss your boo boos and help you escape your reality_ no! This book sets up a tea party for you and all your demons and makes you look at all of them in the eyes. Scared much? Oh well, I had to tell you.
If you are going to get it, pass by your favorite supermarket and grab yourself a bottle of the best water and a pack of Kleenex tissues_ you will need them. This is not just a novel, it is a therapy session. I dare you to get to the end of it as you started.
Love,
Betty.