This book tells the reader who has never been to Africa - who has no personal experience of Zaire, or its people, or its history - a great deal. It is a simple story, but constructed with a host of fascinating and complex ingredients, least of which not being the location, with its smells, movement, and noises; its strange fauna, and fast growing and swiftly encroaching flora. Its vibrant people, with all their human strengths and foibles. It takes the reader there, unaware that the simple story is intensively potent, and full of the potential to impress itself indelibly on the memory.
Readers have two memory caches, it seems: one for ordinary life and procedures, another for what is read, ingested through the narratives of others. There are rich and vibrant places to visit, fascinating people to know, and valuable life lessons to learn. There are such complex life stories and histories of places to witness, far away from the bland and predictable suburbs of the world's cities. How little we know of the real world.
This is narrative non-fiction at its best: personal experience told in a self-effacing way, a way that brings to life a Zaire during President Mobutu's reign. A Zaire whose village life thrums with vibrant, colourful and very meaningful life: rituals, usage and customs to be marvelled at for their logical simplicity, for their human complexity.
This is narrative non-fiction that tells us much more about the author than he probably would like revealed, but it is manifest in each line: such sensitivity. Such capacity to take on - without fear, without concept of threat to his own customs, language, usage, or personal habituation - the entire character of a village and become one of its best loved and most respected members. By enabling adopted daughter Abélé's acceptance, his own is assured, but it is not intentional or planned. It is utterly altruistic and generous. The friendship and respect of the Akuamba Kau is not earned lightly: it is neither a tourist nor a mere chance passer-through who receives the secret fruit of this forest.
There are surprises that could seem harrowing, and a growing understanding that the spiritual life of the forest is not to be taken as quasi-fictional. And then there is the end: an emotional one, which moves the reader to tears. What befalls this village in the rain forest? How does its fate affect the light-skinned man who tended its water supply, and the delicate relationship he tried to safeguard for the future of one of its own?