Hope Springs: So Watchable

 

Recently, I was having a conversation with a friend about her marriage. She told me she had been married for 20 years but wanted out. I tried to talk her back into her marriage, but she seemed adamant. It was hard to fathom that a marriage that had lasted for 20 years could experience great turmoil and get to the brink of collapse. 

Then I came across this 2012 movie titled "Hope Springs." The film is about a couple, Arnold and Kay Soames. They have been married for 37 years and are now on the brink of collapse. 

 The thing that glues me to the movie is that this couple has been married for 37 years, yet their marriage still faces turmoil, just like newlyweds in their second year. If my friend's 20 years of marriage felt like forever, what about 37 years?

 Plot 

Kay and Arnold are two nesters. Since their youngest child went to college, they have slept in separate rooms. It is over five years since they last made love. Kay is unhappy primarily with this setup, while Arnold feels it is okay. Kay takes her savings and pays for a trip to Maine, where she and Arnold are to attend an intense marriage counseling therapy for a week.

 At the start of the therapy, Arnold does not want to attend the sessions. However, as time passes, he gets stuck in it. The therapy makes significant improvements in their intimate lives. They end up saving their marriage and remarrying. There are vital lessons to learn from this movie. 

Importance of Intimacy in Marriage

During my years of study in a health-related course at the university, I learned that sex was one of the basic needs of humans as adults. A few years into marriage, my father advised me of the importance of sex in keeping a marriage. Now, Hope Springs adds significant weight to this observation. Observing this couple, Arnold and Kay, older adults, probably in their fifties or sixties, and seeing how Kay talks about her desire to have Arnold touch her in one of their early therapy sessions is very moving. One wonders how at such advanced ages, people still desire sex. They do, and the lack of it threatens marriages.

This film reveals that sex is essential not just because it fulfills a person's sexual desire but also shows that one admires and is still attracted to their partner. That feeling of attraction and admiration is what brings couples together and keeps them together. This feeling is mainly expressed through sex. For example, when the therapist, Dr. Feld, asks Arnold if he is still attracted to Kay, Arnold says he is. However, later, when the couple tries to make love in front of the fireplace in a luxury inn, Arnold is not aroused enough to go through with it. Kate realizes that Arnold lied to the therapist. She is no longer attractive to him. She decides to leave to pet-sit for a fellow employee. 

Fortunately, the night before she leaves, Arnold makes passionate love to her. That act saves their marriage. They resume a happy and fulfilling intimate relationship that leads them to remarry. 

Men and Women in Relationships

People may say that the movie advances stereotypes about men and women in relationships, but that is the reality of how most men and women are in relationships. Like most men, Arnold is a closed person in this relationship, while Kay is open, like most women. Arnold is okay with the present setup of the marriage. He does not understand why Kay feels a problem with their marriage. He thinks Kay is exaggerating their situation. It is like Kay is petty to him. This attitude later makes Kay tell him that he is a bully.

Arnold goes on a trip to Maine to please his wife and not to solve anything. During therapy sessions, he is unwilling to open up. One notices that Arnold only responds to questions after Kay does. There is a time when he even tells Dr. Feld that he cannot discuss his sex life with a stranger. His unwillingness and inability to talk about issues Kay deems crucial make him appear uncaring and disrespectful towards his wife. There are times when Kay cries because of this. 

On the other hand, Kay is open and willing to talk about anything concerning their relationship. She answers Dr. Feld's questions with ease. After storming out of a session when she feels suffocated by Arnold's bullish attitude, Kay goes to a bar where she informs the bar attendant that she has not had sex for long. One notices how Kay is open to discussing her relationship issues with anyone. She is seeking help anywhere she can get. 

Importance of Third Parties in Marriages 

Most importantly, HopeSprings elaborates on the importance of visiting counselors to help solve relationship problems. This movie shows how couples find it hard to discuss vital issues in marriages that can only be eased with third parties. For example, rarely do people talk about sex and sexual fantasies. In the film, we see Dr. Feld filling this gap in communication by taking this couple through a discussion of sex life and sexual fantasies. We learn that Arnold has had some essential fantasies that he wished Kay would help him achieve. If he were to tell Kay about these fantasies earlier, probably their relationship would have been different and better. Dr. Feld is crucial in helping this older couple solve their marriage problems. He gets them talking about what they love and hate about each other. Dr. Feld helps them pull closer to each other. He helps them save their marriage.

Conclusion

This movie is a perfect illustration of the problems couples face. It shows how men, at times, are usually distant and okay with unfulfilling relationships. It encourages women to pull men closer and not give up on seeking solutions to their unpleasant relationships, as Kay did. It also informs men not to trivialize their partners' issues, as Arnold did to Kay. It encourages them to spare time and discuss every item their partners present. It encourages men to be open and not have a fixed mindset about issues. Couples should save time and watch Hope Springs. I am recommending this movie to my friend I mentioned earlier.

A Letter to My Brothers

Dear brothers,

When you read this letter, I am already in Addis Ababa. Do not worry about me. I am fine and settling down well. I am in a new, focused country with an energetic leader who dares even the Pharaohs over the Nile waters. I am already in the arms of my empathetic lover, Edel, and her beautiful daughter, Beli, eager and ready to start a new life. I am in the country of Menelik II, the most outstanding African emperor who defeated the feared dictator and fascist Mussolini and his Italian armies on our sacred African soil at Adowa. I am in the nation of Gabrielle Selassie, the long-distance track legend. I am in the land of Ras Tafari MacKinnon, the prince and founder of the Ras Tafari religion. Being here reminds me of reggae music; that line, "the system does not cater for me." That is why I have left you, my dear brothers. That is why I have left my beloved daughter Emily back home. I cannot say that about her mother. She deserves my abandonment. It is good I have left her. Otherwise, living with her another second would have killed me.
Brother Manga, it is only you who can understand me. You have lived with these young women of this age. You have seen how torturous it is. You have experienced it all, from them throwing the little hard-earned money you give at your face to the enormous insults projected at you. How does a man bear that? How does a grown-ass man watch and tolerate his ego brought down among neighbours and strangers? I now understand why Kevin beat sister Clare that much. I now know why he had this colossal bat stored under the bed for his wife. People say words don't break bones. But they forget that they break hearts and spirits. You went through this torture Manga and came out alive. I respect you for that. Perhaps, I should also thank the weed you took to kill the stresses women give. I am sorry that Velma turned you, our innocent brother, into a drug abuser.
I know our father is blaming me for my bold move. He thinks of nothing other than his sons getting married and maintaining those relationships. He believes that since he has handled our stubborn mother over the last forty years, we should also have the calmness and tolerance to stay with our mean wives. He told me I should not abandon Tesa because finding a good woman is hard. He stressed that there is no good woman and advised that I should not leave Tesa because it would lead to having multiple women in my life. I am sorry to disappoint him. I have to take my chances and seek the best life possible. The good thing about father is that he is light-hearted. He will soon accept what I have done.
Mother never liked Tesa. However, she is unpredictable. It is hard to say whether she will be happy or sad about my move. I wonder if she will keep staying with Tesa. I am sure she will not be pleased with me being far away from her. She has never liked it when we move out. Do you recall how she quickly brought Manga home when he moved to Migosi? She never likes it when we go for those interviews that promise to take us to the big cities far away from her. I wonder if she knows we are too old to live around her. She may like the idea of me leaving Tesa but not leaving the family. She has got us deeply rooted in her.
Mother hates Tesa's overambition. She hates her desire for the high life, yet she is unwilling to work for it. Recently, she told Dreda that Tesa's frustrations had reversed my development. I am becoming more childish and sluggish. The vibrancy of my youth has ebbed away. I have become like Njoroge, who Ngugi wa Thiong'o describes as an "old young man." Mother knows it. She understands it. She knows how a wife can turn a husband's heaven into hell. Probably, she did the same to our father. You can see how quiet of a man he is. Her daughters do the same to their husbands too. Now, Tesa was there, frustrating me.
Remember, I told you we could not judge Davy for marrying another wife. You can recall how sister Celine used to thrash him. At one time, Celine told us how she climbed on his back and stabbed him there severally with a scissor. Do not forget how she vandalized his car and beat him black and blue one morning. The poor guy collected himself amidst all that shame and reported the incident to the police. I can imagine the embarrassment and derailment he faced from your incompetent officers. Who knows what more action-drama our brother-in-law faces under Celine's domination?
Have you ever wondered how hard he finds discussing such matters with us? What avenues of help have men who suffer physical and mental abuse in marriages got? Society expects us to stay strong and suffer quietly. The laws and traditions are against us. Probably, that is the reason most men die first in marriages.

People often wonder why a good Christian like Mistari turned bad after marrying Akothe. Mother usually praised his powerful prayers. Mistari no longer attends church. All he does is smoke bhang and drink. That is what happens to a man who marries a trophy wife. Her work is only to squander and bankrupt you when you work hard. Mistari gave Akothe the comfortable life that few people in your country live. He rented a posh house in the high-end side of Murang'a town and took his children to the best academies. He even started a bakery with his brothers and cousins. Unfortunately, Akothe frustrated and chased his brothers away, claiming they were dirty. The bakery business stopped as she kept spending Mistari's dime purchasing designer clothes and expensive shoes. When Dreda and I visited her place, she never wanted us there. She had the nerve to tell us that since she had sent Mistari's brothers away, we, too, should leave. Now that poor Mistari is broke, Akothe calls our mother and father, crying as she narrates Mistari's irresponsibility. What a devil!
We do not know what made Ronny run away. People say he met a sugar mommy and decided to live with her in Mombasa. All they see is sister Sarah and her little daughter. Nobody bothers to ask what motivated Ronny to take such an unexpected move. I have never judged Ronny. I will not judge him today. I will wait until I hear his side of the story.
These quick and wrongful condemnations of men are leading to the rising rates of suicide among married men in your country. This unjustified expectation that we should absorb an immense amount of pressure from women without a word or a sigh is driving us to the gutters. I won't fall for it. That's why I left you all to start a new life.
You all know that Tesa has been a pain in my ass. I have told and hinted at that to you on several occasions. You must have noticed how I have withdrawn from you lately. That's because she never likes it when I talk to you. She claims that sitting with you people makes me less ambitious and lose focus. Some nights, I have to go without supper as punishment for spending time with my brothers. I can't take this anymore. Why does she have to do this to me, yet I let her roam around and spend time with those useless women who only sit around and say vile things about other people? Since she started spending time with them, she has turned into a negative, insatiable hyena. She wants more and more.
I have never come across anybody so insecure as her. I can neither talk to nor have any woman as a friend. Her insecurities made me delete my social media account. She snoops around my phone like a dog, searching for a bone. I was even surprised that she knew my phone's password. That makes her feel like the most intelligent person in the world. She read my messages and replied to them disgracefully. Then she claims that I shame her. She does not know the love and respect I had for her.
Brothers, you know I am always indoors nearly twenty-four hours a day. I only leave to dump our daughter's poop and pee in the lavatory or to have a small chat with you. When do I get to cheat? Tesa had imprisoned me.
Do you know that she stopped Derrick from visiting me? My bosom friend from childhood. We went to the same high school and college and did the same course. She claims Derrick corrupts me. Tesa made me live a secluded life. She neither loves you nor my friends. I could not take it anymore. According to her, nobody is right for me. I fear she might lock me up and kill me someday.
She gives me no privacy. Indeed, everyone deserves some bit of privacy; partners included. When you look for dirt, you will always find it. She read messages from my friend, Pats and became wild. She assaulted me. I had to defend myself. In this age, who understands a man who protects himself from a feline attack? People only see the bruises I gave her. They forget about my finger that she almost ripped apart.
Do you recall when I was playing wrestling with her, and I almost choked her to death accidentally? The nurses declared I was guilty of her condition and that I did choke her intentionally. They pressured her to press charges against me. She did not. But that has been her leeway to blackmail me. I promised not to touch her again. However, my retrieval made her more dominant as she pressed me into her small corner.
Last week, I had to rise again. I had to face my fears and undress this timidity that covered me. When Tesa lashed at me like a hungry lioness, I had to give her a beating that she would never forget. I am not proud of what I did. I wouldn't say I like fights, and this is not the life I wanted.
When I was young, I believed those men who beat their wives were devils in men's form until I found myself doing the same. Tesa provoked me. She attacked me ferociously. It was my life and health at stake. I had to respond. That's why I keep saying, "if you don't know the story, do not judge the book." I left since I didn't want to continue living that violent life. I hope you all understand.
Sincerely,
Moremore.

My Beloved

It’s been a while, But I haven’t missed her.

My flower, though miles away, 
Is every step I take, 
With me always, deep in my heart,

mind, and soul's part.

Peace I feel at, When I hear her voice sweet,

telling she misses meat, my heart skips a beat,

My nerves halt, For her alone.

Our lone time, I hold and cuddle her,

Like a pillow tight, I feel her warm curves,

Her pink thighs, real soft and tender, 
Her body, a site of wonder

Her saliva, tastes like butter. .

I’m afraid of dark, she changes that,

When I’m with Pat, I can step out,

she is my man, she is my sun,

She lights my world, she provides life.

It’s dark outside, stars up the sky,

My mind, comes my lover’s eyes,

Dark and white, like night and street light,

I know I shall die, observing my lover’s eyes.

Roll One

 Chwa found Bandia sitting on the concrete slabs that formed the stairway for the door leading into the house. Bandia's eyes were red, comprehensive, and lazy, indicating that he had taken some puffs of weed. They greeted each other with a moderate meeting of fists, and then Chwa sat beside his brother. After staring at the empty vicinity momentarily, Chwa began, "Bandia, it's time I started taking weed. I used to think I could pass this tough life with a sober mind, but now I feel it has stretched me to my limits. I feel downtrodden. I need something that can energize me. I need something that can make me active again. Nothing is happening in my life. It's as if someone buried my luck in an abyss."

Bandia smiled sceptically at his innocent older brother. Then he responded, "weed does not energize or activate people the way you think. It makes time pass quickly and abnormally indulges you in an activity. It makes farmers till without noticing this scorching afternoon sun. It makes unemployed youths like me sit and sleep around the whole day without minding our houses' unkempt and stuffy nature. It makes dreamers float on cloud nine for the next couple of hours, thinking their lives are better than ours."

"Don't give me that crap bro. Then why do you keep taking it? By the way, I forgot to tell you that Mose came here looking for you yesterday evening. We sat in my house for an hour but you never came."

Bandia laughed softly and replied, "Mose was looking for that thing that you also desperately want. 

 "Ever since I gave him a roll of Manu's high-grade marijuana, he has been nagging me for more rolls, yet I don't sell them. He is losing his senses because of weed now. Can't he understand that I am no dealer. I have no rolls waiting for him on demand. I'll refer him to Brayo. He is the new dealer on the block."

 "Weed is usually something else. See Mose now. A good kid has gone bad. He was always busy taking care of his animals. Now all he thinks of is weed. You are a bad influence Bandia," they both laughed as Chwa ended the statement.

Bandia continued thoughtfully, "Do you recall when Manu came here desperately looking for me?"

"Yes, I do. That day he almost met the lioness. Lucky was he. Had mother opened the gate, he would be dead by now."

"Nonsense," Bandia disagreed, "Manu is a good orator. I am sure he would have calmed mother's calamitous spirit that doesn't want friends looking for me."

Chwa laughed off that comment and then argued, "Have you forgotten that even Mose is also a good speaker? Did he withstand the torrents of mother's angry words and loud reverberating voice? His calmness and composure disappeared. He had to run bananas out of the narrow corridor before mother's anger consumed him. Manu is not different."

"True," Bandia concurred. Then he added, "that day, Manu came to ask me to be his dealer in this area. I rejected his offer. 

"I cannot believe that Manu is this serious about dealing in weed. He has turned that business into a profession." 

 The two brothers laughed riotously at Bandia's statement, dreading that this miserable life had turned Manu, a graduate, into a drug peddler.

After a moment, they stopped their laughter. Chwa continued the conversation. 

 "You wanted to do the business too, but we stopped you. It is hard to believe that you had bought marijuana seeds and was planting them in the backyard." 

Disheartened by that memory, Bandia responded, "you people are only good at timidity and killing dreams. I could be reaping my harvest and making muller now. Unfortunately, I let your fears grip me and stop me from engaging in this promising venture. Wait a few years and see where Manu will be."

Then Bandia hopefully added, "Musa told me he planted some of seeds I gave him in Nyawita. I hope he is not lying to me. I should visit the farm and confirm if it's true. As for now, I'll focus on this poultry and hope that I have a decent number of chickens for sale by December."

"All will be well." Chwa responded empathetically. Then a thought crossed his mind.

 "Have you ever wondered how many times we have been told that all will be well? I am getting old, years keep passing, yet I keep hearing the same thing; 'all will be well'."

Bandia, looking to get into that line of thought, replied, "It seems this wellness is a distant dream."

"I hate faith and religion. 'All will be well' is what they keep saying. They make us wait for imaginary things that we die without witnessing. 

 "Gospel music doesn't motivate me any more. I better listen to reggae. It relates to our situation. 

 "Even prayer is worthless. I used to pray consistently every morning. Can you recall that church Caro and I joined where people pray while shouting at the top of their lungs? I had to go through all that embarrassment to seek redemption. How many years yet misery does not end? and it's not me alone. Nearly everybody prays, but how many get pity from the Almighty? It's misery all over."

Bandia laughed again sympathetically and responded, "You have passed through a lot and seen many things at your tender age. You surprised us when we heard all those drums and noise coming from your house in the name of prayer. I even thought you had joined Legion Maria. For a moment, we thought we'd lost you. These women you people marry, and the things they bring into your life. They make me pity married men." 

Then Bandia got serious and philosophical, "I don't think God exists. Religion is just an invention of early man to give people hope since hopeless lives are meaningless. Many people pray to God regularly and still die poor. Look at those troubled men, women, and children of Syria living under bombs and air strikes daily. They pray to God for peace, harmony, and prosperity. But what happens to them? Painful death stares at them like a snare. 

 "If God existed, this world would be a better place. There would be love, peace, harmony, and prosperity. These are the things most people seek from God. Unfortunately, they die without receiving them. God does not exist. If he does exist, then he is a different being from the one religions describes."

"True," Chwa agreed. 

 "Have you ever prayed so much for a breakthrough that you even start arguing with God? If God existed and was as robust and benevolent as most people claim, he surely would have listened to our plea; the cries of little children in Syria; the refugees and migrants in Europe and America, and the poor in Africa and Asia. 

 "Moreover, this world is significantly skewed to injustice. Sinners live well, yet people claim God exists. 

 "God is an illusion created by men who failed to trace their origin in an attempt to explain their unexplainable existence."

 "Yeah," Bandia agreed. They rose and started strolling towards the gate. Bandia then changed the course of the conversation.

 "Did you bet on Chelsea to win?"

Give Me Feedback

 David sat on his sofa. Even though the cushions were made of a highly dense mattress, they felt hard, like a plain hardwood bench. He had been doing the same thing for several days; waking up early every morning, observing his phone and the email inbox painfully. He had done an interview a few days ago and was very hopeful that this much-needed job opportunity would be the breakthrough in his life. He was tired of living on dregs and crumbs. He needed change in his life. 

 

 The interview had gone well, at least, according to him. He had left the panel amazed and in awe. He had gathered a lot of writing, media, and literature knowledge that made him suitable for a writer or editor position in any reputable organization. However, the call was not coming.

 

 In the past few days, he had made several calls to the interviewer. The receptionist kept telling him that the HR manager would call him. He desperately wanted to speak to the hiring manager. He wondered why he had to pass through the unbreachable barrier of the receptionist to reach the HR manager. The receptionist adamantly refused to let him speak to the HR manager. It was out of a will or a directive from the hiring manager.

 

 David’s life had stopped. He felt the organization was mulling over giving him feedback, which placed an unwarranted burden of expectation or hopes on him. “Usually, feedback for an interview is normally given a few hours after the end of the session," he thought. "If the organization dreadfully needed a person to fill that position, they must have communicated by now to the chosen person,” he continued. “However, why should they make other people who did not pass the interview wait?” David wondered. “This is torture,” he murmured. 

 

 Opportunities were rare. David was not in the habit of wasting them. That Tuesday evening, when the organization called him for the interview found when he was cleaning his house. He had no money. The call came as a surprise. It also carried a lot of demands. He quickly needed to mobilize funds to facilitate the attendance of the interview. First, he asked the HR manager to try and postpone the interview for another day. The one-day notice for the interview was short. His request fell on deaf ears. Thus, he embarked on seeking instant soft loans from friends and relatives.

 

 Fortunately, David raised the money. On the long-distance highway to Nairobi, he boarded the Easy Coach bus at ten and travelled with other passengers on the cold and shivery night. After seven hours of sitting, fidgeting, and stretching, they arrived at the Easy Coach waiting lounge in the misty Nairobi morning. His mouth was smoking cold breath. David cursed his memory for failing to remind him to wear a hood. The warm weather of Kisumu made him unaccustomed to dress codes involving hoods and jumpers. It was normal for him to forget these heavy attires. 

 

 He spent one hour at the lounge, which seemed like a day, waiting for Pauline, his cousin, to pick him up. Watching the boring channel on TV and passengers sleeping beside him made him feel awful. That place resembled the refugee camps he had seen in Italy on Al-Jazeera. He could not wait to leave there. Fortunately, Pauline arrived to pick him up by six. 

 

 Everything went well that day. The interview was good and left David very hopeful. That evening passed without David getting a call from the interviewer. This situation was understandable since the interview had been conducted that afternoon. It ended very late. It was too soon to get results. Therefore, he slept peacefully. 

 

 David had planned to visit his sister in Machakos the following day. It was over a year since he last saw her at their grandmother’s funeral in Migori. It was customary to pay courtesy calls to close relatives. Such calls depicted the love, care, and concern one had for the family. He scheduled that visit at around midday the following day. 

 

 David woke up around seven that Thursday morning. He found that his beloved spouse had called him twice. David knew what was troubling her. He called back. When she received the call, her first question was, “Dear, when are you coming back?” 

 

 He hated such questions after attending interviews. David despised the pessimism that accompanied such questions. They hugely suggested that organizations merely conducted interviews as formalities and were designed to fail people, which in his case, were nearly facts. He believed Caro felt his time in Nairobi was over after another formal and failed interview.

 

 He momentarily sat on his aunt's couch, staring blankly at the African gospel-music YouTube channel Pauline selected to entertain him. This song kept playing in his subconscious:

 

 “Sitabaki kama nilivyoooo” (I will never be the same) 

 

 He thought about how much music had been created to give people hope in the last few years. Prosperity gospel had taken centre stage in the teachings of most churches. Many people had turned to God, hoping their lives would get better. 

 

 David closed his eyes as tears welled up his eyes and murmured, "God I am sinner, but why punish me so much. Some people are even greater sinners than me. They live better and do not know trouble. Why me, Lord? Why me, Lord?" he finished and opened his eyes.

 

He spent that morning staring at his phone every five seconds. Time passed. There was no call except from his father, who repeated Caro's question, "when are you travelling back to Kisumu?" His hopes of ever getting positive feedback started dwindling tremendously. Later, he packed his bags and left for Machakos.

 

 After spending a night in Machakos, David left early in the morning for Kisumu. He arrived on a Friday to a warm welcome from his wife and ailing daughter, who had missed so much that she became sick. The love and smiles of the family were enough to liven his beaten heart. He kissed his ladies softly and promised to toughen up the following day. 

 

 Keeping this promise became hard. Days passed without David getting a response from the interviewer. He grew anxious and agitated. His desire to know the result of the interview so that he could kick start his life once again overwhelmed him. 

 

 He recalled the 2018 hit Indian movie titled Padmaavati. This religious Guru tests Padmaavati by asking her, “what is the hardest moment in a person’s life?” She replies, “waiting for results after a test.” Now, more than ever, David concurred with Padmaavati. 

 

 He recalled seven years ago as an intern at the Ugunja Sub-county Public Health office. His supervisor had once told him, "feedback is the breakfast of champions", when he failed to report to her one evening. Now he had learned the importance of feedback and promised never to delay giving it. 

 

Weep Not, Child: A Must Read

 

One of the most remarkable works of Prof. Ngugi Wa Thiong’o is the novel titled "Weep Not, Child." This novel traces the life of a young boy called Njoroge. The novel is set in colonial Kenya after the Second World War and a few years before Kenya's independence. Freedom fighters, especially from the Gikuyu tribe, have waged war against the colonial government. This novel depicts how innocent people, Njoroge being one of them, suffer from the endless struggle between the colonialists and the African freedom fighters. This article analyzes the themes present in “Weep Not, Child.”

Summary of the Plot

The novel begins when Njoroge, a very aspiring young boy, gets the opportunity to go to school. As young as he is, Njoroge is aware of his demanding environment. His father is a labourer at Mr Howland's farm. His brother Kamau is an apprentice at Ng'ang' a's carpentry workshop. Njoroge’s eldest brother-Boro is a disillusioned young man damaged by his involvement in the Second World War. Njoroge’s two other brothers are in Nairobi working for white men, probably as casual labourers. His family is squatting on Mr Jacobo’s land. Njoroge is aware of these dire circumstances of his family. His opportunity to get an education puts him at the forefront of saving his family from poverty facing it.

He starts school and works hard on his education. He performs well until he reaches high school. Unfortunately, his learning stops in the third term of his first year of high school. Their local community chief, Mr Jacobo, is murdered, and all the males of their family are accused of killing him. The police pick up Njoroge from school and take him to a concentration camp, where they torture him to reveal Jacobo’s murderer. Later, the police allow him to leave the camp. Njoroge reaches home and finds his father dying. His brother, Boro, now a freedom fighter and fugitive, also comes to see their father for the last time before he goes back to hiding. Boro is gravely affected by his father’s situation such that the next morning, he goes and kills Mr Howlands, the District Officer and the torturer of his father. Boro gets arrested and faces execution.

Since Njoroge can no longer attend school, he seeks work at an Indian shop. He gets fired due to his lack of interest in work and life. He is a young man who has seen his dreams shatter. He seeks comfort around Mwihaki, Jacobo’s daughter. She also rejects his idea of leaving Kenya and moving to Uganda. Njoroge considers this rejection a rejection of the love he and Mwihaki share. He contemplates committing suicide. However, when his two mothers call, he realizes he is wrong in trying to commit suicide. He is the only remaining man in his family. He should fulfil his duty of caring for his mothers and protecting them. He starts doing this by running ahead and opening the doors of their hats for them.

Themes

Disillusionment

Disillusionment pervades throughout this novel. The lives of several characters start with glimmers of hope that end in disillusionment. For example, we have Ngotho, Njoroge’s father. He labours on the farm of Mr Howlands. He loves working there because he knows the land is his and should take care of it. He believes that Mr Howland will leave and the land which belonged to his ancestors will be transferred to him. However, as time passes, this dream fades away, and a feeling of failure and sorrow grapples him. After attacking Jacobo in a rally, he loses his job at Howland's farm and gets kicked out of Jacobo’s land, where he lives with his family. These occurrences symbolize how Ngotho gets increasingly detached from his ancestral lands. He places a lot of expectations on Jomo, a Kenyan politician fighting for freedom, and thinks he is the “Black Moses” to lead them to salvation from the white colonial masters. Unfortunately, Jomo gets arrested, and his hopes of ever getting his ancestral lands back crash.

 The life of Ngotho gets worse. His son Boro considers him a coward for not fighting for his land. When Jacobo, the community chief, is murdered, Ngotho is arrested and tortured severely. He dies a poor man who had lost the ability to support his family, protect his children, and give them their ancestral land.

Another example of disillusionment is in the life of Mr Howland. He escapes England after World War I to come and settle in Africa, Kenya. He desires to be away from the politics of Britain that had left him a young man bruised by war with no employment. When he arrives in Kenya, he settles on Ngotho’s land, where he farms a lot. All is well until the Mau Mau Uprising forces him to leave his simple farming life and become a District Officer. This war forces him to send his wife and son back to Britain for safety, a place he had promised never to return. As a District Officer, he indulges in war and politics, which he resents, and abandons farming, which he loves. Mr Howland finds nothing fulfilling in his role as a District Officer. When he tortures Ngotho after the murder of Chief Jacobo, that incident leaves him with an uneasy and unpleasant feeling. He ends up dead without achieving his heart's desires.

Another prominent example of disillusionment is in Boro’s life. When Boro returns from the Second World War, the lack of employment and the loss of his brother Mwangi leads him into misery. He does not understand why they (Africans) had to be involved in the white man's war. Boro lost a brother and friends when fighting for nothing, only to be unrewarded by the ungrateful white man. He is always quiet and lost in his thoughts. Later, Boro joins the Uprising when Boro hears of the Mau Mau. Fighting is all he knows, and that is what he chooses to do. Boro goes to the forest to join the guerillas. When his second-in-command states they are fighting for freedom and their land, he laughs off those beliefs. Boro says that there is no freedom. There is only life and death. Either you kill, or you are killed. He also adds that he has lost many important people in his life such that even if they were to redeem their lands from the white man, such a victory would be of little value to him. The morning after his father's death, he indulges in a suicide mission to kill Mr Howland, the District Officer. He gets arrested by the home guards and is destined for execution. These incidences show how meaningless life was to Boro.

Lastly, Njoroge's life is the perfect example of disillusionment. As a young boy, Njoroge is full of hope. He sees himself as the saviour of his family, community, and even country Kenya. He hopes the Mau Mau Uprising will end soon and his country will be peaceful again. When he goes to secondary school, he sees his dreams taking shape. He even tells Mwihaki of his plans to study in Makerere after high school. Unfortunately, during his third term of high school, the police arrest him and transfer him to a concentration camp where they torture him for involvement in Jacobo's murder. A few days later, he witnesses his father's death. At this point, his brothers are either dead or arrested. When Njoroge seeks comfort from his childhood friend-Mwihaki, she chooses his mother over him. He feels beaten by life and has nothing to keep him going. He attempts suicide. Njoroge's life transforms from a very hopeful boy into a very hopeless young man. The author describes him later as an "old" young man to symbolize his high degree of hopelessness.

Christian faith and hope

The theme of Christian faith and hope are also common in the novel. Several characters in the book are Christians. They strongly believe that God will make things better in the coming days. For example, the Agikuyu community calls Jomo the "Black Moses" and compares itself to the Jews in Egypt. They believe that God sends Jomo to free them from the shackles of white men. Njoroge is also a firm believer in God. He prays every night before sleeping, hoping things will get better. When he attempts suicide, his mothers’ calls to rescue him. This rescue restores his faith in God, and better days are ahead. There is also Isaka, Njoroge’s primary school teacher. Even at the point of his death, he keeps calling the name “Jesus”, hoping that he will come and rescue him from these white soldiers who end up killing him. Additionally, there is Mwihaki. When she rejects Njoroge's proposal to flee to Uganda, she reminds him that they should believe in God; better days are ahead.

Opposition to Violence

The novel sends out a strong message that nothing good comes out of violence. The first instance of this message occurs when Ngotho attacks Jacobo on the podium. Ngotho ends up with an injured head, loses his job at Howland’s farm, and Jacobo kicks him out of his land. Since the rally turned violent, it failed in its purpose of pushing for better wages for Africans.

 Another instance of opposition to violence occurs when Jacobo has nightmares. According to Mwihaki, his father usually dreams that people are after his life. She believes that Jacobo has killed many people in his night patrol duties, so he has nightmares about people coming for his life. Jacobo receives threats twice due to his murderous activities against Africans. In the end, Kamau, Njoroge’s brother, kills him.

 Mr Howland’s violent lifestyle when he assumes the position of the District Officer also shows that violence is not good. He tortures Ngotho and his family, which leads to the death of Ngotho. The next morning, Boro kills him for killing his father, Ngotho. Boro is also arrested after killing Mr Howland, and he is destined for execution.

Moreover, the violence in the community makes both Ngotho and Mr Howland lose their families. Ngotho’s sons, except Njoroge, are either dead or arrested. On the other hand, Mr Howland’s family moves back to Britain.

Conclusion

“Weep Not, Child” is a thrilling encounter in Central Kenya following the Mau Mau Uprising. It shows how people not involved in the violence were innocently absorbed into it and punished for crimes they did not commit. Communities were at the mercy of the ruthless British troops, home guards, and determined freedom fighters. In the end, dreams were crushed, and hopelessness filled the air. Young women and men were reduced to merely living for the moment present or not desiring life at all.