Here in this work, it is the unusual - very unusual - childhood passion of the "boys" (author Bolaji, and Apantaku himself) for literature that strikes one most.
It is as if since they were kids, they are on a mission, bent
on becoming successful writers. Hence as we read in this book, even in their
mid-teens, they were already writing novels, and indeed had early works
accepted for publication by a major publisher.
This burning desire to
distinguish themselves as wordsmiths, no doubt motivates most creative writers
from an early age, regardless of colour, creed or race. I particularly remember
the case of Peter Abrahams, who was to explain (in books like Tell Freedom)
that from the time he was very young, he just wanted to write and write.
Even those from very indigent beginnings - like Es'kia Mphahlele, would also
testify that in their youth, they just relished reading and writing. As
posterity would have it, on his own part, Bolaji the author here, would go on
to somewhat fulfill such dreams (I believe), with Apantaku not so lucky in this
wise.
But in this work, Bolaji at least keeps the legacy of his childhood
friend alive, bristling with the quintessence of literature. And Apantaku
becomes a burnished symbol for Africans who innately revel in reading and
writing even without any illusory apotheosis. - M .B Mantu (also on goodreads)
