If You Want to Make God Laugh by Bianca Marais
English | 2019 | General Fiction | ePUB | 2.2 Mb
If You Want to Make : From the author of Hum if You Don’t Know the Words comes a rich, unforgettable story of three unique women in post-Apartheid South Africa who are brought together in their darkest time, and discover the ways that love can transcend the strictest of boundaries.
On the outskirts of Johannesburg, seventeen-year-old Zodwa Bambisa lives in desperate poverty in tiny metal shack in a squatter camp, under the shadowy threat of a civil war and a growing AIDS epidemic. Eight months pregnant with a child she does not want, Zodwa carefully guards secrets that could get her killed if discovered.
Meanwhile, at a rural farm outside the city, estranged sisters Ruth and Delilah each face a personal crisis that sends them back to their childhood home to lick their wounds. They live together in an uneasy peace until the day that they find a newborn baby on their doorstep. Abandoned with only a blanket wrapped around him, the child will change everything for the sisters, upending what they believed about race, motherhood, and the power of the past.
As the mystery surrounding the infant’s discovery grows, Zodwa, Ruth, and Delilah become inextricably linked. What follows is a mesmerizing look at family, identity, and the lengths to which the human heart will go to protect itself and the ones it loves.
“Zodwa’s thoughts are interrupted by the nyanga rising from her place on the floor. The old woman winces as she stands up on stiff knees and shuffles over to where Zodwa sits.
Her voice is hoarse. “The amadlozi are angry with you.”
It is what Zodwa most feared hearing. No one wants to incite the wrath of the ancestors. “Because of the baby?”
The old woman shoots Zodwa a shrewd look. “It is not the baby the ancestors speak of.”
Zodwa hangs her head, the familiar shame slithering its way up her spine.
“What did you dream the last time you slept?” the healer asks.
It isn’t difficult to answer, as the nightmare has stayed with Zodwa all day. “I dreamt I was being chased.”
Zodwa shivers inwardly. “Two white owls. Their wingspan stretched across the sky, blocking out the sun.”
The healer’s frown deepens. “And then what happened?”
“I thought they were going to kill me, but it wasn’t me they wanted.”
“The baby. They snatched it from me and flew away.”