MURAMBI ANNA

John Ruganda describes a scenario we continue to see in Africa today. Although I read this book over 20 years ago, whenever I walk through Africa, I see many Tinkas and Wamalas and appreciate the loyalty and precision with which he set out the scene in this play depicting the lives of many African households, the helplessness and desperation of many women that pushes them to monstrous acts, some not premeditated but inevitable. I see the emptiness of children growing up with blurred and confused interpretations of a vividly narrow existence, stigmatized by unrepentant adults who offer no comfort or explanation to their plight but push them to a wild existence that spirals them to newer forms of narrow existence. How can a people move forward when the very wheels of their existence are stuck in knee-deep mud?