Extracts

INDEX

ABOUT AUTHOR

EXTRACTS

MAKE FRIENDS WITH GUSSIE

COSTA CLIP

VIDEO CLIP

BBC INTERVIEW

REVIEWS

THE REAL BOWER BIRD

BOOK GROUP NOTES

THE BURYING BEETLE

BUY

LUATH HOME



 

From Chapter One...

"I find it hard to go to sleep sometimes. I feel it’s sort of a waste of time, sleeping, when I could be reading or living. But then, dreaming is a sort of living, I suppose. I often have an exciting time in my dreams, more so than in my ordinary life. Sometimes in the middle of a dream one of the cats wakes me (chasing and killing something usually) and I get frustrated by the interruption. I usually forget an interrupted dream. Why is it so difficult to remember dreams? A dream is after all, an experience, part of life, and I feel cheated if I can’t remember what happened to me in the night.

Last night there were two birds. One was a little white owl sitting quietly on top of the book shelf in my room. The other was a miniature rail, buff and apricot coloured with black sharp beak, black legs and wide spread long black toes. It became scarlet and emerald, and stepped carefully across my books, as if they were water lily leaves. I think there is a bird called a Jesus bird – because it looks like it’s walking on water. It might have been one of those.

My own room: I do like it. All my babyhood is on the top shelf of the large book case: faded and worn Teddy, who has never had another name; Panda, from a trip Daddy made to Germany; Nightie Dog, that used to be Mum’s and has a zip in its tummy for pyjamas; several knitted toys, including Noddy, that Grandma made for me. He’s very old and his colours have faded but his bell still rings on the end of his night cap; and Rena Wooflie, my favourite, a soft stuffed girl dog with checked dress and apron. Mum bought her for me in Mombasa the very first time we went to Africa, because I had lost my cuddly comfort blanket on the journey.

I love Rena Wooflie and she has to come with me to hospital. It’s for her sake, not mine. She gets lonely, as she doesn’t talk the same language as Panda or Teddy or Nightie Dog. Rena Wooflie and I speak Swahili together.

Jambo - hello

Abari? – how are you?

Msuri – good

That’s all I know really but I do still have a phrase book so I could in theory learn some more.

Paka  - cat

malaika – angel

kuku – fowl

simba – lion

nyuki – bee

kidege – a little bird

Kufa tutakufa wote – as for dying, we shall all die."