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240 pages, Hardcover
First published December 28, 2018
The Gĩkũyũ people trace theirs to Gĩkũyũ (man) and Mũmbi (woman). God put the pair on the snowcapped Mount Kenya, from where they surveyed the lands around. They made their home in a place called Mũkũrũweinĩ. They had nine daughters, but they were actually ten, hence the Perfect Nine. Legend has it that when the girls came of marrying age, Gĩkũyũ went back to the mountaintop and asked God to provide. On waking up one morning, the family found ten handsome young men outside their home in Mũkũrũweinĩ. The ten clans of the Gĩkũyũ people are named after the ten daughters. The epic The Perfect Nine is an interpretation of that myth starting from a question: where did the Ten Suitors come from? I imagined them as the last left standing after others failed tests of character and resolve.
When you crush hierarchy, and replace it with network, then the cultures held in the different languages generate oxygen. They cross-fertilize. Cultures are able to breathe life into each other. Every culture should be taught with a nod to other cultures. Take the example of Greek mythology. It was often taught as if it was the mother of all mythologies. I think that Greek mythology should be taught comparatively with African, Norse, Scandinavian, Icelandic and Asian mythologies. They are all very exciting and it is not necessary to put them in a hierarchical relationship to each other. Let them network.
Look for me in love, look for me in unity, look for me among the helping, look for me among the oppressed, look for me among the seekers of justice...
Her voice once made fighters put down their swords to first hear;
By the time the song was over, they had forgotten all about the fight.
One man stood up, body trembling with rage.
He could hardly manage to get a word out.
“Every one of us suitors owns a sword and a club.
Let’s fight among ourselves. The blows will help sort out the worthy.
The nine suitors who remain standing will have the nine.”
And with the last word, he took out his sword,
And he strutted about, raging like a fighting bull,
Muttering threats, fuelled by the desire to fight and conquer.
The others pulled out their swords and shouted challenges,
Ninety-nine swords shining bright in the dark.
A while ago they were bathing together and sharing meals;
Now they looked more like enraged animals, fangs out,
Each claiming the region he came from as more special that the others.
At this time none of the nine had seemed to favour any of the suitors.
But when told to each select any ten suitors for her group,
Each found herself pointing to one man as first choice.
Dispute erupted among them,
Each claiming that her heart had selected him first.
The dispute took a bitter turn; insults followed:
Wanjirū, the evil-eyed one.
Njeri, the evil tongued one.
Wambūi, maker of evil charms.
Wanjikū, the quarrelsome.
Wairimū, married to foolishness.
Wangarī, the mean spirited.Nyambura, the foul-mouthed.
Waithīra, the lazy.
Wangūi, who never grows up.
"Enabling the Beginning of a New Home
Two machetes, tools for cultivating land, were the first gifts."