Mvelo’s life is a constant living hell. It is tainted with every injustice and evil, and condemned with every ridiculous superstition and damaging scrap of ignorance that it is possible for a single society to muster. Mvelo is the poster child for an economically and morally impoverished country.
Her story grabs the reader by the hair and drags them through the roughest and dirtiest places that our almost broken country has given birth to.
And then it does a remarkable thing: it turns into a fairytale. Not of rags to riches, but of isolation to embrace.
Told in the plainest language, this story – Mvelo’s story, which is so many people’s story – unfurls unexpectedly (even a little soppily) into a drama of redemption. I can’t remember when last a book made me cry from happiness. Someone needs to make this one into a movie. – Karin Schimke