Book Review: No Place To Call Home

Have you been considering adding JJ’Bola’s No place to call home to your TBR List? Have you been waiting for a review on it? Yes, No, Maybe! Let’s get into this review of no place to call home.

“No matter how dark it gets through the night, the sun will rise’’-JJ Bola.

I couldn’t agree more with JJ that the thing about mornings, is that sun always rises after dark moments in our lives.

Who is JJ Bola?

JJ Bola is described as a writer, poet, an educator, and the debut novelist of No place to call home. Although I am also curious why the name is and remains as JJ.

What I gather from peeping at his Twitter conversations is that he craves no mortal honor. Simply put, he is a talented revolutionist for spearheading a movement of healing for persons that have suffered trauma from violence.

Synopsis.

The book cover of No Place to Call Home depicts what looks like a transition of a river flowing mapped out on the reader’s mind between borders of countries; Democratic Republic of Congo, Belgium, and Britain. The question on his mind is what place he can call home. Could it be Kinshasa, a city where he was born?

In No Place to Call Home, Kinshasa reeks of cultural diversity. The women hold positions of servitude and are often clad in liputas tied around their waists and kintambulas firmly tied on their heads to complete the look. The men, on the other hand, are in positions of authority. They are affirmative in the action of protecting their families. However, this does not seem to last for long as there comes a time when political violence looms in the streets of Congo during Le Marcheal’s regime.

What would you do in the heat of such crossfire and exchange?

Personally, the thought of it makes me shudder.

Back to the matter,

One father resolves to protect his family by dictating that they collectively flee for refuge. A father like Koko ya Mobali embodies the word, authoritarian in its most literal sense as he single-handedly builds a perimeter wall to fence his family away from the world. He is a strict military man whose authority knows no bloodlines especially when he disowns one of his daughters, Mami. She is the middle child with two older sisters; Marthe, Monique and younger siblings; Micheline and Marie. I believe for some reason middle children are always guilty of being the mediators or peacemakers. The account on which Mami is disowned was as peaceful as falling in love with Papa.

Let’s talk about their love;

The love between Papa and Mama was an intricate mix of passionate sacrifices and fervent patience. Especially when Mama extended their home for visitors like Tonton and Madeline’s entire family. In as much love, loss and belonging are closely intertwined through the thirty-eight chapters, Jean and his family do not merely survive, they thrive.

JJ BOLA at Writivism 2017

Jean’s Self-discovery

Jean embarks on a journey of discovering himself despite the repetitive immigrant stereotypes, mispronouncing of his name (written like the name of the cloth ‘Jean’ but pronounced as ‘John’). He endures through the melee of languages from Lingala, French, and English. Jean acquires the art of understanding and reacting in the most masterfully scripted way as if he has known all along. I can not forget to mention that he also suffers acute parental pressure to be a good son to Mr. Ntanga, a friend to a ‘bad boy’ like James.

Jean’s Family Moment.

Mama, Papa, Jean, and Marie have several common denominators such as earning refugee status as they attempt to settle in Britain. They are all living in some state of what could be purgatory and make the most of it. They make it a place they can call home. But for how long, one wonders?

@Max Bwire holding her copy at Writivism 2017

Take-home

When I read JJ Bola’s No place to call home, I reckon this fictitious world he writes about is one I live in. I heed his clarion call to constantly evaluate my life in the face of violence and make the decision best for not only myself but everyone. This is what Papa does and his fate changes course when the reality of being deported comes knocking on their door at this place they have come to know as home. And………

Okay no spoilers, I guess you’ll also have to be enveloped in this anxiety until you read the epilogue.

My fave line.

“Home should never break you in two so wherever you go you are never whole; half of you remains where you left it, and the other half is rejected where you arrive. You are a split flat sided pendulum suspended in the air on each side.”

Let me know what you think in the comment section if you have read No place to Call Home.

 

4 Comments

  1. Your review is awesome and, yeah, your website too. Keep writing, God is with you on this. I like the design of this book and the question depicted by the cross cutting river.

    • Patsy Mugabi

      I don’t take it for granted at all!Thank you for stopping by and sending sunshine my way

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