A basket full of fruits, spices and vegetables. The green and yellow atoms of mchicha, pilao, ndizi. Chicka is wearing a traditional dress, a purple cotton kanga. Between the folds of the fabric, windswept, some segments of a Kiswahili sentence are animated. Wala na sitasahau sitalipiza. I don't take revenge, but I don't forget. In Tanzania, all the dresses can speak. Ga-Gorib is eleven, Chicka no longer bears her son on her back, wrapped in kanga. Memories now seem lighter. The child follows his mother hurting his feet. The volcanic rocks tear the flesh without being noticed. Ga-Gorib immediately forgets this pain. He has other things on his mind, and is wearing the silver armor of youth. He has new sparkling pistons, a new engine that just wants to run. The blue fringes of a supernova that reverberate between his jumps, his discoveries. Everything is magical and bright, the tricks of the planet Earth enchant the senses.
What do You think about The Shaman: And Other Shadows?
