BLACK MAMBA BOY

A young Somali racks up lots of miles in this combination coming-of-age/adventure story, the author’s debut, set in the Horn of Africa in the 1930s.

Can a snake bring good luck? Ambaro thought so. When the teenage Somali was pregnant, a black mamba nestled over her belly. This happened in Hargeisa, her ancestral home (it’s also the author’s birthplace). Her son Jama was born without complications, but the good luck failed to materialize. Her husband Guure, an impractical dreamer, left them to find work in Sudan. The novel opens in Aden, in Arabia, in 1935. Ambaro is working in a coffee factory; Jama is a scrappy 11-year-old, running the streets, until his mother sickens and dies, when relatives ship him back to Hargeisa. Somalis are sustained by a strong network of clans; they are also nomadic. Jama’s family philosophy is to keep moving, and soon enough Jama leaves on a quest for his father. Whether on foot, by lorry, by train or by ship, Jama never stops traveling—first to Djibouti, then Eritrea, and eventually, in the 1940s, to Egypt, Palestine and Europe. East Africa is controlled by the British, French and Italians; Mussolini’s invading army is on the march. In Eritrea, Jama learns his father, a deserter from the Italian army, has been killed. His life has become a roller coaster. His parents’ ghosts twice intervene to save him from death. With one glorious exception, an eccentric intellectual in Djibouti, the author shows little talent for characterization. Jama is a blank slate on which the author writes cultural and colonial history. When his father’s ghost tells him to go to Egypt, he leaves his young Eritrean bride after one night. Later, in Palestine, he realizes he may be on a fool’s errand, another “poster boy of failed migration.” Pulled this way and that, Jama reflects Mohamed’s own indecision, torn between naturalism and magic realism. 

Rich material in need of a firmer authorial hand.