An intimate and moving portrait of a family combined with an account of the events which swept through Africa in the postindependence period.
Aminatta Forna’s intensely personal history is a passionate and vivid account of an African childhood - of an idyll that became a nightmare. As a child she witnessed the upheavals of postcolonial Africa, the bitterness of exile in Britain and the terrible consequences of her dissident father’s stand against tyranny.
Mohamed Forna, a man of unimpeachable integrity and great charisma, was a new star in the political firmament Sierra Leone as the country faced its future as a fledgling democracy. Always a political firebrand, he was one of the first black students to come to Britain after the war. In Aberdeen he stole the heart of Aminatta's mother, to the dismay of her Presbyterian parents, and returned with her to Sierra Leone. But the new ways of Western parliamentary democracy were tearing old Africa apart, giving rise only to dictatorships and corruption of hitherto undreamed-of magnitude. It was not long before Aminatta’s father languished in jail as a prisoner of conscience, and there was worse to come.
Aminatta’s search for the truth that shaped both her childhood and the nation’s destiny begins among the country's elite and takes her into the heart of rebel territory. Determined to break the silence surrounding her father’s fate, she ultimately uncovered a conspiracy that penetrated the highest reaches of government and forced the nation's politicians and judiciary to confront their guilt.
The first time I heard Adjoa Andoh narrate was when I listened to her performance of Adiche’s Americanah. I really enjoyed her performance, and felt that it was enhanced by the fact that I thought I was being exposed to an authentic Nigerian accent and that I was developing some insight into a culture I did not know much about. I was disappointed when I started listening to The Devil That Danced on the Water and realized that, in Andoh’s voice, people from Sierra Leone sound the same as people from Nigeria. This does not help to combat the Western perception that “Africa is a country”. I suppose I should have done some research into Andoh before I made assumptions.
The memoir itself was moving and delicately told - however, I found the last three hours were quite heavy going as the author got into the fine details of who said what to whom and I started to lose track.