Title: Branching Streams Flow in the Dark Author: Charles Mungoshi Publisher: Mungoshi Press (2013) Reviewed by Memory Chirere THIS transcendental novel; Branching Streams Flow in the Dark, published by his family, marks the long awaited “return” of leading Zimbabwean author, Charles Mungoshi.
The prize-winning author of Coming of The Dry Season, Waiting For The Rain and Kunyarara Hakusi Kutaura? who had been “silent” ever since his major single publication, Walking Still in 1997, has chosen a special way of returning.
As his wife, the acclaimed actress Jesesi Mungoshi, states in the dedicatory note, “It took Charles over 20 years to write this book and he was still perusing through it when he fell into a coma on the 30th of April, 2010.”
He has recovered in time to see it in print.
It is, therefore, befitting that this book is about living beyond malady. During her darkest and loneliest moment, when her baby dies of Aids and her husband runs out of the house and her mother is virtually unkind, Serina Maseko sees through herself and others, as if she were beyond pain and reproach.
She is floating because during this period, before the advent of anti-retroviral therapy use in the management of Aids, being diagnosed as having the infection is an automatic death sentence.
Serina begins to write a very long and winding letter to a long-forgotten schoolmate, Fungisai Bare.
In that letter, Serina forages through her turbulent life and that of people around her, confessing her sins and confronting all the ghosts in her life, searching for certain key moments to hold on to . . .“That laugh! That echoing percussion laugh of his! It made me a little sad and excited and extremely nostalgic for something I didn’t know I ever had, but which I suddenly missed all together at the same time, as if it were something half remembered from a very distant and dusk hued place, where you could see as in a dream hardly formed stick figures in sunlit dust motes silhouette and before you could touch them, they would all dissolve and disappear before you — except for a lingering where am I sensation left in you . . .
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“That laugh! You don’t know how much I rode on it and it took me where I fantasised that you never happened and he was all alone with me on this trip, but you would suddenly appear! You put the fear of thunder and lightning in me.
“I don’t forget how you shredded Ketina Zvapano to tear-soaked shame drenched rags when you lit upon her after you had heard that she’d been walking — or showing?
— your Leo the secret ancient bush toe path up to the sacred never-dry-up spring in the old hills!”
And then Serina comes across one Saidi on a city bus. It is just by chance!
As you read on, you want Serina and Saidi to fall in love. You tell your foolish self that this is love at first sight!
It is because Serina and Saidi are forlorn because they have Aids. But Serina soon learns that Saidi is and has been much closer to her than she has ever known.
Saidi leads Serina to her long lost father — the evergreen Samuel Maseko. Saidi leads Serina to her runaway husband, the brilliant coward — Michael Gwemende.
Saidi leads Serina to his own mother, Samuel Maseko’s first wife — the indefatigable Stella Mkandhla Dube!
Finally, Saidi leads Serina to a path into herself.