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"Scholastique Mukasonga's autobiographical stories rend a glorious Rwanda from the obliterating force of recent history, conjuring the noble cows of her home or the dew-swollen grass they graze on. In the title story, five-year-old Colomba tells of a merciless overlord, hunger or igifu, gnawing away at her belly. She searches for sap at the bud of a flower, scraps of sweet potato at the foot of her parent's bed, or a few grains of sorghum in the floor sweepings. Igifu becomes a dizzying hole in her stomach, a plunging abyss into which she falls. In a desperate act of preservation, Colomba's mother gathers enough sorghum to whip up a nourishing porridge, bringing Colomba back to life. This elixir courses through each story, a balm to soothe the pains of those so ferociously fighting for survival"--… (meer)
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Igifu. Hunger. The first story in this collection is a confronting account of a Rwandan child starving to death during the genocide of the mid-1990s. The remaining stories are just as disturbing, as Mukasonga recounts tales of the genocide told from the point of view of Tutsi children and young adults. The devastation this atrocity had on their way of life, and the uprooting, grief and loss of these survivors is very affecting. This short collection is emotionally-charged and sometimes hard to read, but very worthwhile. ( )
Informatie afkomstig uit de Engelse Algemene Kennis.Bewerk om naar jouw taal over te brengen.
You were a displaced little girl like me, sent off to Nyamata for being a Tutsi, so you knew just as I did the implacable enemy who lived deep inside us, the merciless overlord forever demanding a tribute we couldn't hope to scrape up, the implacable tormentor relentlessly gnawing at our bellies and dimming our eyes, you know who I'm talking about: Igifu, Hunger, give to us at birth like a cruel guardian angel...Igifu woke you long before the chattering birds announced the first light of dawn, he stretched out the blazing afternoon hours, he stayed at your side on the mat to bedevil your sleep.
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Informatie afkomstig uit de Engelse Algemene Kennis.Bewerk om naar jouw taal over te brengen.
"Now," said the guardian of the dead, "what is there for you to fear?"
"Scholastique Mukasonga's autobiographical stories rend a glorious Rwanda from the obliterating force of recent history, conjuring the noble cows of her home or the dew-swollen grass they graze on. In the title story, five-year-old Colomba tells of a merciless overlord, hunger or igifu, gnawing away at her belly. She searches for sap at the bud of a flower, scraps of sweet potato at the foot of her parent's bed, or a few grains of sorghum in the floor sweepings. Igifu becomes a dizzying hole in her stomach, a plunging abyss into which she falls. In a desperate act of preservation, Colomba's mother gathers enough sorghum to whip up a nourishing porridge, bringing Colomba back to life. This elixir courses through each story, a balm to soothe the pains of those so ferociously fighting for survival"--
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Igifu. Hunger. The first story in this collection is a confronting account of a Rwandan child starving to death during the genocide of the mid-1990s. The remaining stories are just as disturbing, as Mukasonga recounts tales of the genocide told from the point of view of Tutsi children and young adults. The devastation this atrocity had on their way of life, and the uprooting, grief and loss of these survivors is very affecting. This short collection is emotionally-charged and sometimes hard to read, but very worthwhile. (