“Stunning narrative voice in this bitter-sweet journey of a young man seeking his mother,
identity, and meaning in the world. Eduardo takes the reader from Africa to Europe, in to heartache
and out the other side. This was a stunning read. Highly recommend to anyone looking for an
authentic tell cased in lovely writing.” Chloe Holiday, Amazon reviewer.
Snippet: Safari ants: pg 29-30.
“They watched as more and more ants piled on the worm.
Immediately the ants touched the worm, they bit and let go
of where they were standing. They remained anchored to the
worm only by their fangs, all their six legs flailing in the air.
Meanwhile, the worm was squirming violently and twisting in
all directions, trying to get rid of the pain.
Momanyi now skulked backwards, from where they had been
crouched on their hands and knees, watching.
“Push back a bit, wontcha. They’ll start patrolling the area all
around the worm, to look for more meat.”
“Ok, bro. But you haven’t answered my question.”
“Aye, I’m getting to it. You see these smaller worker siafu over
here? Ah like to call them schemers.”
“Schemers?”
“Aye, aye. Or strategists. These don’t bite as soon as they
encounter meat. Nossir, they’re explorers.”
“So they won’t bite a bloke?”
“Naah, these will quietly climb up your legs, carefully biding
their time and conserving their limited resources. Move a bit
now, there’s a critter who’s getting too close over here.”
They moved again, and crouched down a bit further off.
Heads almost touching their knees, they watched the death
throes of the unfortunate worm. It was now almost completely
covered by a dark, writhing coat of belligerent safari ants.
“So, the strategists have climbed up my legs. Now what?”
“Aye, they wait until they get to your most vulnerable spot.
You got one, ah reckon?”
“Ugh, get on with it. Then what?”
“Aye, aye, once they are at your most sensitive, least exposable
and least accessible part of the body, you know what they do?”
“Light a fire?”
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