Zambezia (1994), XXI (i).MEN AND WOMEN IN A COLONIAL CONTEXT: ADISCOURSE ON GENDER AND LIBERATION INCHENJERAI HOVE'S 1989 NOMA AWARD-WINNINGNOVEL Š BONESR. ZHUWARARADepartment of English, University of ZimbabweAbstractThis article assesses the strengths and weaknesses of Bones in relation tohow it portrays men and women responding to the challenges of a colonialsituation which is dynamically changing. The main thrust of the article is thatHove is much more interesting when unmasking the cowardice and limitationsof male characters using a style influenced by African Orature but his treatmentof women characters is problematic. Consequently, his success is necessarilya controversial one and unlikely to satisfy the expectations of feministthinkers and writers.UNUKE OTHER AFRICAN countries which experienced the cultural re-awakeningwhich accompanied moves towards the attainment of independence inthe late 1950s and early 1960s, Zimbabwe, then known as Rhodesia,remained under a harsh colonial rule until 1980. The prolonged settlerrule and the subsequent isolation of the country from the rest of Africaseverely undermined the birth and growth of Zimbabwean literature inEnglish. However, during the latter half of the 1970s three writers hadcome to dominate the Zimbabwe literary scene. First was the unassumingbut self-assured Charles Mungoshi, with his much-acclaimed Waiting forthe Rain (1975). Second was the late Dambudzo Marechera, who stunnedthe international audience with his controversial House of Hunger (1978)which won the Guardian Fiction Prize. Third was the steady but relentlessoutput by Musaemura Zimunya, whose poems were consolidated in thecollection entitled Thought Tracks (1982). All three writers have gone on topublish other works which have secured them a prominent position in theevolving literary tradition in Zimbabwe. In many ways Chenjerai Hove,bom 9 February 1956 in a small-scale farming area near Zvishavane, belongsto the same generation, but his literary prominence became much morevisible after the attainment of Zimbabwe's independence.It is obvious that Hove is a writer who grew up acutely conscious ofthe injustice meted out to Africans during the colonial era Š an awarenessthat was probably strengthened when he attended the Catholic MaristBrothers schools at Kutama and Dete in the 1970s. He also trained as aMEN AND WOMEN IN A COLONIAL CONTEXTteacher in Gweru and taught English at several secondary schools whilepursuing degree studies in literature and education with the University ofSouth Africa (UNISA). During that time some of his love poems and storiesin Shona were published in Nduri Dzorudo (1978) and Matende Mashava(1980), respectively. Fourteen of his poems in English, which wereparticularly inspired by aspects of the liberation war which he witnessedas a secondary school teacher, were published \n And Now the Poets Speak(1980). Spurred on by his love for literature, he embarked on anotherHonours degree course in 1984 at the University of Zimbabwe, after whichhe resigned from teaching and became an editor for Mambo Press inGweru. Since then Hove has worked as an editor for several publishingconcerns as well as being writer-in-residence at the University of Zimbabwe.Hove also has the distinction of being one of the founding members of theZimbabwe Writers' Union (ZIWU) and indeed was its Chairman from 1984to 1992.Chenjerai Hove's status as a serious creative artist was furtherconfirmed with the publication of Up in Arms in 1982 and Red Hills of Homein 1985: both of these poetry collections received special mention by thejudges of the Noma Award for Publishing in Africa, in 1983 and 1986,respectively. Like Zimunya and Mungoshi, Hove continued to distinguishhimself in his writings in English as well as in Shona. In almost all thesewritings he seems to be haunted by the plight of the weak and vulnerablemembers of society, those who find themselves pitted against moredominant historical and social forces but are powerless to define anddefend their own interests. In an unpublished essay entitled 'Africanliterature: What shall we read?', he writes:I seek to write books that remind us of what it is to be powerless or, indeed, to bepowerful, and at the same time, strive to retrieve our historical conscience in anage when the worst can happen to both the weak and the strong in our societiesmade fragile by so many political and cultural forces.1This preoccupation is evident in his only novel in Shona, MasimbaEvanhu (1986), and his radio play in English, Sister Sing Again Someday(1989). The latter is based on the plight of the so<alled 'prostitutes' whowere rounded up and bundled out of Harare to make way for distinguishedvisitors who attended the Non-Aligned Movement Conference in 1986. Butthe work that has particularly promoted Hove's literary prominence,especially with the international literati, is Bones (1988).2 This was his firstnovel in English, one which won the 1989 Zimbabwe Book Publishers1 C. Hove, 'African literature: What shall we read?'; "The shape of the word", A collectionof essays' (unpublished).2 C. Hove, Bones (Harare, Baobab Books, 1988).R. ZHUWARARALiterary Award and the 1989 Noma Award for Publishing in Africa. Suchhas been the interest that it is being translated into Japanese, German,Norwegian, French, Danish and Dutch.What is fascinating to observe, however, is that readers, especiallythose in Zimbabwe, have yet to agree on the nature and scope of Hove'sachievement in Bones. Part of the problem arises from the thematicambiguity of the text. On the surface, the novel is about the liberationstruggle which gathered momentum in the 1970s and ended withZimbabwe's attainment of independence in 1980. A closer examination,however, reveals the struggle more as a backdrop against which we are tograsp the full extent of Marita's suffering. The latter occupies the centre ofthe stage and promises to raise fundamental issues pertaining to the roleand fate of African women who are caught up in a colonial situation whichis dynamically changing. But, again, as will be shown later, such issues arehandled in a manner which is ambiguous and problematic.Writing in The Herald, Leonard Maveneka argues: 'In Bones, Hove hasfocused on the neglected sector of our community, the peasants, and hasused a very original device Š allowing them to speak for themselves.'3While on the whole Maveneka is positive in his appraisal of Bones,throughout he remains judiciously hesitant to point out with emphasisand conviction the specific nature of Hove's contribution to modern Africanwriting. On the other hand, the response of the international audience isbest summarized by Lan White:Bones is a marvellous book, drawing on its Shona lyricism to create an Englishidiom which persuades more completely than anything else I have read, that this ishow the war was experienced in rural Zimbabwe. It is a difficult book to get throughnot, as has been suggested, because the narrative is confusing, but because thewriting is so eloquent, such a sheer delight to read, that the eye keeps pausing tore-read and relish instead of proceeding.4Although Lan White goes on to focus on Hove's vision, it is obviousthat he is much more fascinated by the quality of the language which isconstantly haunted by a sense of the poetic. The following comments aredesigned to underline the strengths and acknowledge the weaknesses ofBones in so far as these are reflected in Hove's treatment of men andwomen responding to colonialism.Stated briefly, the novel is about Marita as a wife in a peasantcommunity, as a labourer on a vast commercial farm, as a mother whoseonly son opts to fight for freedom, and, finally, as a woman whose3 L. Maveneka, 'Peasants find a voice in human relations story', The Herald (1 August,1988), 4.4 L. White, 'The language of two novels from Zimbabwe', Southern Africa Review of Books(Feb/May, 1990), 3-4.MEN AND WOMEN IN A COLONIAL CONTEXTexperiences symbolize those human aspirations which revolve aroundthe need for freedom and self-fulfilment. But the story is told from thepoint of view of Janifa, whose voice is only one of the many voices in thisnovel which register, in their varied and sometimes contradictory manner,responses by a defeated people desperate to adjust and survive in a harshcolonial world.It is significant that Bones is set on a large commercial farm whosefields are described as 'stretching forever as if they were the sky'. Incontrast, areas occupied by Blacks are 'not very good for donkeys to livein', a place where 'people and dogs eat from one plate'. At a stroke the vastcommercial farm becomes a strategic and powerful symbol which capturesthe central contradictions and tensions which revolve around the issuesof land and which constitute an essential feature of the Zimbabweanexperience. At the edges of that huge White farm is a pathetic Africandrama characterized by deprivation, hence the sense of horror with whichChisaga recalls the past:Do you remember how the whole Muramba village came here to look for workwhen they heard a new farmer was coming to open a new farm? Some came withtheir children, their dogs and cats and all they could carry. Manyepo was here,fuming as if the villagers had annoyed him by coming to offer their sweat to him.5Being alluded to by Chisaga are those demographic pressures whichforced many Blacks to forgo the peasant option especially during the1930s and 1940s. Shortage of fertile land plus the numerous taxes whichsettler governments imposed on an already impoverished peasantrycompelled many destitutes to seek employment in the mines and factorieswhich were mushrooming all over the country as well as on the White-owned farms. All these were economic institutions of the settler statewhich were forever hungry for cheap Black labour. Thus intensified theprocess of proletarianization which almost became synonymous with thebrutal exploitation of Blacks. In addition, the African had to suffer theproverbial abuses associated with White racism Š itself a facet of colonialideology which, in its irrational way, tried to justify the exploitation whichwas going on. Hove captures the colonial attitudes and practices of thattime through Manyepo, who occupies the topmost social and economicposition of an essentially hierarchical society. Manyepo has the brutalstyle of a slave-driver and a voice which echoes that of his literary ancestor,Charlie Slatter, in 77ie Grass is Singing. The question is: How do Africanmen and women respond to the repression and exploitation inherent inthe colonial state?5 Hove, Bones, 43.R. ZHUWARARABones has the distinction of being one of the first novels in Zimbabweanliterature to focus on African reaction to colonialism from the point ofview of gender. On the one hand are a group of African males anxious to beaccommodated by the new colonial dispensation. On the other hand areMarita and one or two of her female disciples whose outlook andsensibilities clash with those of their male counterparts.Playing the historical role which Ayi Kwei Armah in Two ThousandSeasons has dubbed as that of the Askari is Chiriseri, 'the baas boy'. He issecond-in-command to Manyepo and a loyalist, notorious for using languageto humiliate and cow recalcitrant workers of the likes of Marita. It is as ifthe original act of brutal conquest of the so-called native at the turn of thelast century has to be sustained in a form characterized by a one-sideddomineering discourse which systematically diminishes the self-esteemand confidence of Blacks. More significantly, Chiriseri's role has elementsof what Frantz Fanon calls 'the collective auto-destruction'6 of the nativein so far as the venom of the foreman is directed against his fellow victims.As such he is the colonial version of the overseer associated with theslave plantation Š a man whose job security depends on his ability tobrutalize those under him:You women over there, stop gossiping about the latest love potions and get onwith your work. You were not brought here to share your gossip with baas Manyepo.He brought you here to work. If you are too old to work, then say so and baas willget someone to take your place. Do not smile at me as if I am your husband. As forthat woman with a terrorist for a son, she will one day feel the harshness of myarm, I tell you. You came here to look for work on your own and if you think baaspersuades anybody to keep you here, you are dreaming. Baas knows all the thingsyou do which you think your terrorist son will help you with. If you think you comehere to fill the baas's forests with shit, then I tell you one day you will eat that shityourself.7In Chiriseri's case, the relentless vulgarities of his diction are an indexof the brutal confrontation between capital and labour. He becomes anextension of the master, a tool of a system to facilitate the process ofprimitive accumulation in which Manyepo is involved. Physical threatsand psychological abuse contained in the foul language are designed tocreate a permanent sense of insecurity in the workers. What seems toinspire him in his job is the illusion of belonging to the more powerful side;and, of course, the illusion of exercising authority over his less fortunatebrethren. Chiriseri remains addicted to the grim and blind cruelties thatgo with his job and very little can be expected of him in terms of progressive6 F. Fanon, The Wretched of the Earth (London, Penguin, 1967), 42.7 Hove, Bones, 16-17.MEN AND WOMEN IN A COLONIAL CONTEXTconsciousness Š hence the contempt with which he is regarded by Marita.At best he can only be a mimic of his master. His role is somewhat similarto that played by African messengers and constables in Chinua Achebe'snovels, Things Fall Apart and Arrow of God.Next to Chiriseri in terms of social hierarchy is Manyepo's cook. Chisagaenjoys the dubious distinction of being knowledgeable about the domesticlife of his master; he also enjoys the tainted pride of a house-servant whoserole is far removed from the rigours and sweat associated with plantationwork. For Chisaga, sheer proximity to the master constitutes an achievementof sorts. And his philosophy is that of Uncle Tom who is forever anxious toacquiesce and lie low for purposes of survival. Further, Chisaga believes inthe gospel of silence as if in acknowledgement of the impact of the one-sideddiscourse represented by Manyepo and his boss boy.Fascinating to observe is Chisaga's relationship with an oral traditionknown for its capacity to distil the collective wisdom of the communitythrough its proverbs, idioms of expression and general sayings. Chisagareaches out for this wisdom in so far as it buttresses his sagging ego andjustifies his acquiescence to Manyepo. 'A chief's son is a nobody in otherlands', he intones for the umpteenth time, not realizing the irony thatManyepo is more of the stranger than he is. 'He has bad and good in all ofus', Chisaga generalizes in his moralistic manner and justifies Manyepo'sexcesses as natural: 'One day is cloudy, the next is cloudy and rainy, butthe next is plain and naked sky.' Hove succeeds here in showing how theShona proverbs and idiomatic expressions are used by Chisaga in anunconscious way as a mask which obscures the hollowness of the man. Inhis attempt to rationalize his embarrassing and self-demeaning attachmentto Manyepo, the Shona proverbs and sayings become a mere shell, part ofthe verbalism bereft of those insights which relate one to his environmentin a creative and meaningful way.Chisaga would like us to believe that his inferior position in regard toManyepo is natural and God-given, as is reflected in the images of hislanguage:Seasons leave room for one another. Rain, dry, cold, rain, dry, cold, rain, dry, cold.Look at me now, poverty is like a stubborn friend. Always with me, but 1 look withthe eyes of my own village and say, Š the leaves fall but they will come back againone day. The stars die, but one day they will come back after the sun, their enemy,has left the dancing arena.8Chisaga harbours the illusion that his turn to enjoy the fruits of theearth will come one day. But how this is to be achieved remains a mystery!8 Ibid., 37.R. ZHUWARARAIn a sense his analogical reasoning which likens the cyclic patterns of theseasons to the changing of the old order in which Manyepo dominatesamounts to self-deception, more so when his role continues to sustain thestatus quo. It is a glaring fact, however, that his job as a cook is traditionallyassociated with women and, as such, is a mockery of his pride as a man.Here we are reminded of the acute sense of humiliation Nnalfe's wife feelswhen she sees her husband washing the underwear belonging to the wifeof his White master in Joys of Motherhood. Being suggested in Hove's novelas well as in Buchi Emecheta's, is that colonialism brutally assaulted theegos of African males by offering them roles hitherto reserved for womenin a traditional context. The feminization of the male in the new colonialdispensation is symptomatic of a society which has lost its capacity tohold its own and survive in accordance with the demands of its ownvalues and beliefs. Circumstances have emasculated Chisaga so muchthat, should he be humiliated beyond endurance, his only recourse wouldbe to perform petty and unhygienic little acts of revenge Š such as addingnappy water or mucus to Manyepo's food. As if to underline the widespreadfeeling of impotence on the part of the African male, Chisaga cites the caseof Muringi and Chatora who feed Manyepo's dogs with their own faeces toprove that they are at least better than the dogs of the master!In regard to Chisaga, Hove has created a memorable caricature of anAfrican male bereft of any noble principles or ideals to live by. Chisaga'scritical consciousness remains rudimentary and ahistorical: in fact, hismind is forever imprisoned in a wishy-washy and self-serving analogicalreasoning which unconvincingly justifies his humiliating position as apermanent underdog. Even his dreams about the future are appropriatelytailored, as not to disrupt the status quo. He sees change as a long-termevolutionary process about which he can do very little. As a form ofcompensation for thwarted growth Chisaga's life becomes centred aroundan almost infantile desire to gratify those basic appetites in man Š a traithe shares with Gitutu wa Gatanguru in Devil on the Cross. As such he doesnot hesitate to prey upon his fellow victims, as is exemplified by hisattempt to seduce Marita and his ultimate brutal raping of Janifa. Finally,there is also a way in which a satiric impulse simmers underneath theostensibly serious tone, threatening to blow apart the solemn andplatitudinous stupidities of Chisaga's ironic confessions. The contemptwith which we respond to Chisaga's activities and justifications underlines,at the level of emotion, what a people should never allow themselves to bereduced to under any circumstances. The same applies to Chiriseri'ssignificance in the novel.Lower down the social scale is Murume, who, as his generic nameimplies, represents the plight of the ordinary male worker on the farm.MEN AND WOMEN IN A COLONIAL CONTEXTMurume is painfully conscious of the countless insults and innumerablemoments of humiliation which he has endured together with his long-suffering wife. His position is further weakened by the fact that he doesnot have children who will succeed him as labourers on the farm Šespecially when his only son has left to join the freedom fighters who area threat to Manyepo's life and interests. Consequently, Murume is toleratedrather than accepted by Manyepo. In addition, Murume has the misfortuneof being married to a defiant woman whose speeches about Manyepo's ill-treatment of workers cannot be silenced. Ironically, instead of taking theside of his wife in opposition to Manyepo, Murume is, like Chiriseri andChisaga, anxious not to offend the all-powerful master. Rather, he is keento cling to what he perceives as one of men's privileges over their spouses.'A man with a beard must control his wife', he repeats the traditional butoutdated saying, thus unwittingly underlining his own impotence. Murumeperceives his role as that of a labourer who has to keep his irrepressiblewife on a leash so that Manyepo's work is done without disruption.Interesting to observe in regard to Murume's role is how the traditionalpatriarchal ideology in which a woman's position is naturally subordinateto that of a man is insisted upon, not for the benefit and cohesion of theAfrican family but for the profit which Manyepo stands to gain from thesweat of Marita and other labourers. Furthermore, even the understandabledesire by Marita and Murume to have more children, as tradition demands,would end up creating more youthful and therefore stronger labourers forManyepo. What one sees here is a situation in which colonial capitalismstands to gain from the very traditions, practices and beliefs of theindigenous people. What Murume's role reveals here is a much morecomplex and larger process pertaining to how colonialists harnessed theindigenous social structures and practices for the accumulation of capital.In a chapter entitled 'Gender, ideology, economics and the social controlof African women', Elizabeth Schmidt writes:By forcing women to submit to male authority, the colonial regime both advancedits own project and mollified a potentially powerful opposition force Š that ofchiefs, headmen, and other senior men. Thus the origins of female subordination inSouthern Rhodesia were not solely the result of policies imposed by foreign capitaland the colonial state. Rather, indigenous and European structures of patriarchalcontrol reinforced and transformed one another, evolving into new structures andforms of domination.99 E. Schimdt, Peasants, Traders and Wives: Shona Women in the History of Zimbabwe 1870-1939 (Portsmouth, Helnemann, 1992), 99.R. ZHUWARARAThe difference, of course, in Murume's case is that he is too weak toimpose his full authority on Marita because colonialism has removed hismaterial base (land) and thrown him into a wage economy which exploitshim.Compounding Murume's dilemma is that he is a vacillating characterwhose reverence for Manyepo borders on fear. Part of his problem is thebelief that the misfortunes of his family are the result of an ancestral curseor evil spirit, hence his refrain about 'shadows'. He laments ineffectually:'Too many shadows in our life. It started long back Marita.' In a way, Hove,like Mungoshi in Waiting for the Rain, underlines the mysticism whichoften has the unintended effect of obscuring the perception of thoseseeking to understand historical forces which impinge negatively upontheir lives. Murume's dilemma, like that of any worker, is rooted in thehistory of conquest and, as such, is economic and political in origin ratherthan spiritual perse. Unfortunately Murume's belief in mysticism amountsto an alibi for doing nothing about his family's plight Š more so when hisbudding critical consciousness is imprisoned by that mysticism. In Murume,Hove has portrayed a figure of pathos notable for his timidity andvulnerability Š a man whose name is a mockery of his manhood, and asource of endless embarrassment.The picture that emerges at this point is that of a generation of Africanmales so thoroughly domesticated by the ideology of colonialism thatthey have come to doubt their own potential to change or influence theirfate. All the three male characters, with their uneven levels ofconsciousness, are simply out of depth and incapable of challenging thesettler order. Robbed of their self-confidence, lacking in conviction andseemingly over-awed by White invincibility, they will remain loyal to thevery system which dehumanizes them. They constitute the various partsof a chain of repression which transmits violence from the topmost layerof colonial society represented by Manyepo down through the weakerlayers, predominantly African and male, until it reaches the lowest rung ofthat hierarchical society represented by African women and children. Inother words, Hove's success here lies in the manner in which he capturesa rural version of a cycle of violence spawned by the colonial intrusion.The cycle of violence may appear to be not as graphic and dramatic asthat in Marechera's House of Hunger, but its impact is no less debilitating.Pitted against the collaborative stance of the older generation ofAfrican males is the response registered by Marita and other femalefigures in the novel. First and foremost Hove is anxious to portray Maritanot only as the proverbial victim of the exploitative colonial practices, butalso of the patriarchal attitudes of African society. Marita's tribulationspre-date her arrival at Manyepo's farm. As a peasant wife in the so-called'Reserves', she suffers untold miseries when she fails to conceive. She is10 MEN AND WOMEN IN A COLONIAL CONTEXTbranded a village witch Š 'a hen that ate its own eggs'. Her dreams aboutmarital bliss and motherhood are shattered early in her life, more so whenher husband is dutifully advised by the community to marry anotherwoman who can safeguard the name of her husband by producing sons.Marita becomes a pariah in a community which, ironically, is alreadymarginalized by the forces of history. When he ultimately succeeds inhaving a son, fate does not allow her to relish the joys of motherhood. Heronly son leaves the farm and becomes a guerrilla fighter, thus reducingher again to a childless woman. Compounding this particularly painful andpersonal dilemma is the destitution which afflicts the majority of Blacks.She can only survive as a labourer on Manyepo's farm. In fact she isdescribed as part and parcel of the exploitable natural resources forManyepo. As readers, her plight reminds us of Granny's famous speech inTheir Eyes were Watching God:Honey, de white man is de ruler of everything so far as Ah been able to find out.May be its some place way off in de ocean where de black man Is in power but wedon't know nothing but what we see. So de white man throw down de load and tellthe nigger man to pick it up. He pick it up because he have to but he don't tote it. Hehands it to his womenfolk. De nigger woman is de mule uh de world so fur as Ah canThere is no doubt that the author's intention is to portray throughMarita's life-experiences a character whose capacity to suffer seems infinite.Apart from being a lonely and isolated figure labelled a witch for herapparent barrenness, Marita is subjected pitilessly to back-breaking toil,only to receive derisory food rations since she does not have children onthe farm. The grave and persistent deprivations allotted her in life amountto an affliction which is worsened by the tensions and anxieties broughtabout by her son's disappearance. Unfortunately, her husband'sindifference to her overriding emotions about her son almost amount to acallousness which she has to suffer. It is not surprising that she can onlyshare her tormented and tortured existence with a fellow woman, Janifa.Murume is too timid, too brutalized by history to be able to offer comfortto anyone.Interesting to note, however, is that her singular misfortunes do notsucceed in undermining her self-respect and dignity as happens to mostcharacters on the farm. It is as if her capacity to endure hardships relatedto gruelling manual labour has been enhanced by her earlier personaltribulations in the Reserves. She even has the guts to challenge the slave-driving foreman at whom she lashes mercilessly with her blunt but truth-10 Z. N. Hurston, Their Eyes were Watching God (London, Modern Classics Edition, ViragoPress, 1986), 29.R. ZHUWARARA 11telling tongue: 'What is the white man's loin cloth saying today? Has thewhite man wetted his loin cloth so much that it has the courage to drip itswetness on us? Go away and listen to your baas's insults.'11 As a result ofher defiant and persistent efforts, the workers are granted respite fromthe merciless toil. Indeed Marita becomes an unofficial spokesperson forall the workers and she does that at the risk of losing her job!What seems to account for Marita's courageous disposition is a kindof radical innocence, an inviolable spirit in her which refuses to beoverwhelmed by the brutal pervasions associated with colonialism. Shepossesses a simple, down-to-earth but unassailable sense of what is rightand wrong and, as such, she has a certain raw strength which can beidentified as an aspect of the rock-like integrity of the self that is sometimesassociated with the peasantry. Marita enjoys a certain rugged moralauthority which is conspicuously absent in all the male characters on thefarm. Consequently, her husband remains in his own insecure and self-interested manner attached to her; even Chisaga, in his childlike, self-centred and predatory manner, gravitates towards her. She also radiates acertain warmth and passionate sincerity, so much that she becomes amother-substitute-cum-sister to Janifa. In other words, Marita is anembodiment of the kind of spirit which most of the Black peopleunconsciously come to admire.Closely related to Marita's moral authority is, of course, her allottedrole as the outstanding underdog of history to whom anything that can gowrong in a lifetime happens. It is as if Hove sets out to create a singularwoman character in African fiction, an African version of the legendarySisyphus who is forever carrying the burdens of history with all the painand suffering which that role entails. Certainly the raping of Marita bygovernment soldiers amounts to a gratuitous abuse which exacerbatesthe plight of her overworked body and tormented spirit. Yet what remainsof Marita after all the ravages of history have left their mark on her is thatdefiant spirit, that which is essential, the bones which metonymically arethe bedrock and which cannot be destroyed.For all her singular attributes, however, Marita's role is as outstandingas it is problematic. Our admiration for her is savagely qualified by the alltoo real problem that her defiance remains a gesture: it is part of thepotential which is not allowed by the author to develop so that she canoutgrow the crippling limitations of her environment. In a book in whichfeelings and emotions are the touchstone, Marita's consciousness,advanced as it is in relation to that of other workers, remains painfullyinadequate for her to cope with the demands of a colonial situation whichis dynamically changing.11 Hove, Bones, 17.12 MEN AND WOMEN IN A COLONIAL CONTEXTIn fact, one can argue that she is never meant to attain the higher levelof critical consciousness which can enable her to interrogate fully thenature of her relationship with history. For example, at a critical juncturein her life, when those forces which oppress her, and which are symbolizedby Manyepo, are about to be removed by the guerrillas, she refuses totestify against him. She asks: 'Child, what do you think his mother will saywhen she hears that another woman sent her son to his death?' Lan Whitecommends her for displaying 'the bedrock of rural charity' and forinstinctively recognizing that the death of one's enemy is tragedy too.Obviously White is correct in so far as his interpretation is the oneintended by the author, but is one which, in the actual struggle, betraysMarita's imperfect grasp of history and its demands. Her gospel of 'dounto others as you would like them to do unto you' is admittedly admirableand reassuringly Christian but, in the prevailing circumstances, misdirectedand self-defeating. It is no wonder that Manyepo remains arrogant andmorally blind, even after Independence. Also, at this particular point thenovel offers us a sentimental version of the war, one which is kind enoughto allow Marita to uphold her conscience as a mother Š as if motherhoodas a vocation is something above revaluation.It is quite within Hove's rights to claim that as an author he is entirelyfree to create a character whose subjective experiences are consonantwith the peasant-cum-worker he has in mind. But the only problem here isthat Hove is dealing with a specific phase of Zimbabwean history at a timewhen his generation is privileged enough to assess the extent to whichMarita, as an artistic creation, typifies the essential features related to theexperience of the liberation war. Such an evaluative exercise would seemto be expressly invited by Hove's dedication in the first pages of the book:For the women whose children did not return, those sons and daughters who gavetheir bones to the making of a new conscience, a conscience of bones, blood andfootsteps dreaming of coming home some day in vain.Furthermore, in Irene Staunton's Mothers of the Revolution, readersare impressed by the fact that rural women who start off being relativelyself-centred and narrow in outlook go through the kind of war experiencewhich broadens and deepens their horizon so much that they attain ahigher level of critical consciousness. More importantly, they achieve asense of solidarity and commitment which transforms them from beingmere victims of history into women who actively participate in the shapingof their future. Even the language of their dreams is specific and concrete:they dream about having more land, schools, clinics, jobs and, ultimately,a dignified role in society which fulfils their lives materially and spiritually.R. ZHUWARARA 13As for Marita, alas she remains the proverbial 'victim' especially whenher vision about the future does not go beyond the return of her son. Evenher views about the war of liberation are as limited as her horizon is. Sheviews the war as being againstthe bad things the white man has in his palms. If a child has dirt in his palm, do wecut away his palm in order to get the dirt off it? No, we take the child, spank hisbottom a little bit. If the child wants to eat dirt, we take a stick to punish the childharder . . . Now, the white man has refused to remove the dirt in his clenched fist.So we have to take a stick and whip the white man. One day the white man will say. . . come my friends, you are not evil people. You are people who know thedifference between dirt and cleanliness . . . 12In a sense Marita regards the liberation war as a crusade against themoral dirt which the settlers have accumulated through their exploitationand ill-treatment of Blacks, rather than being against the economic systemwhich they have created for their exclusive material benefit. Further,Marita sees the war as a means to reconcile Blacks and Whites at the levelof human relations. Thus her vision is reformist rather than revolutionaryand very influenced by her moralistic outlook. Incidentally, a similar visionis reflected in one of Hove's poems titled 'A Masquerade' where theguerrilla fighters are seen as agents bent to 'cure' the ills of settler societiesand to bring about a morally superior social order. In this respect Hove,like Chipamaunga in A Fighter for Freedom and Mutasa in Contact, seemsmore keen to underline the humanity of the subjugated African than toproject a more viable social vision.Without wishing to take away any credit to which Marita is entitled asthe long-suffering mother Africa, it is only fair to point out that her role inBones does not do full justice to the Zimbabwean peasants and workerswho, as is well-documented in Mothers of the Revolution, PeasantConsciousness and Guerrilla War in Zimbabwe and The Women of Zimbabwe,played a decisive role which ensured the success of the guerrilla war inZimbabwe. Peasants constituted the backbone of the revolutionary warand did not have the luxury to equivocate at critical moments as Maritadoes in this novel. And their participation was not a once-off affair forcedupon them by the more radical generation. Rather, they are the ones whokept the issues burning and memories about the past alive. We are told:It was the rural women, the ordinary uneducated women who took the lead in the1960s . . . The women were talking about land, about the fact that their childrenhad no schools to go to ... Educated women felt threatened. They had been brain-washed.1312 Ibid., 88.11 R. Weiss, The Women of Zimbabwe (Harare, Nehanda Publishers, 1985). 12.14 MEN AND WOMEN IN A COLONIAL CONTEXTIn a crucial sense what is implicitly at stake in Bones is the way therole of the peasant is likely to be partially vindicated and at the same timedistorted to a considerable degree. Ultimately the issue boils down to howone understands history and the manner in which it is created, especiallyin societies such as ours.One can actually argue that it is because Marita's role is so narrowlyconceived that when she tries to hug the contours of the larger history ofthe land, especially on her journey to the city, she sounds unconvincing.In other words her politicization comes too late to sound credible andsubstantial enough to command the admiration and loyalty of the unknownwoman. It is precisely because of her limitations that a more advancedhistorical consciousness has been conscripted, deus ex machina-\ike intothe story, with all the oppressive arbitrariness which such an ad hocmeasure entails. This is what is meant to establish a link, fragile though itremains, between Marita's defiance and Mbuya Nehanda's historicsignificance.In historical terms Mbuya Nehanda is the woman who galvanized andinspired African forces to fight against the White settlers during the 1896and 1897 uprisings. She therefore belongs to the period of primaryresistance against imperialism in Africa. Just before she was executed bythe settler forces for her role in the uprising, she is claimed to have said,'My bones shall rise again.' It is from this prophecy, which has reverberatedacross generations of Africans, that Hove derived the title of his novel. Asa writer, Hove is indeed correct to portray the liberation war of the 1960sand 1970s as having been partly inspired by the 1896-7 uprising Š moreso when the oppressed Africans came to see Nehanda as a larger-than-lifefigure, a living legend often cited by freedom fighters Š as we see inChinodya's Harvest of Thorns, Mutasa's Contact, Samupindi's Death Throesand Vera's Nehanda. Unfortunately, Hove does not demystify the legend inorder to show how Nehanda's progressive historical consciousness canbe an integral part of the peasant and worker consciousness that couldinform the outlook and activities of people such as Marita and the unknownwoman. Thus the workers on the farm appear a defeated lot who have towait for the enraged but disembodied voice of Nehanda. This has theunintended effect of portraying the workers and peasants as passive,when we know from history that these were the backbone of therevolutionary struggle in Zimbabwe.Interesting to observe is that Mbuya Nehanda's voice, with a tonewhich rebukes Blacks for remaining blind and passive, makes the ratherpredictable references to the bones of those who died in the 1897 uprising,the swarms of locusts which descended upon the land then and thediseases which are historically associated with that period. The voicethen goes on to exhort the oppressed children of the land to rid themselvesR. ZHUWARARA 15of the usurpers. And all these references signal the kind of historicalconsciousness which, ironically, would not be beyond the scope of aworlfer such as Marita, if only the oral tradition, which is constantlyalluded to in this novel, had been perceived as part of a viable counter-culture of resistance, as indeed it was during the colonial period. The factthat Marita works on a commercial farm should not necessarily imply thatshe no longer belongs to that oral tradition whose historic significance isdialectically opposed to the culture of silence implicitly advocated byManyepo and blindly supported by Chiriseri and Chisaga. In fact, such atradition would also account for the formidable strength of endurancewhich Marita displays.Also related to Marita's historical role in the novel is the sub-textcentred on the status and function of women in African society. Marita'sbarrenness and subsequent isolation and suffering raise critical issues inregard to how social attitudes can inflict havoc on the unfortunate women.These are some of the issues which have been vigorously pursued in suchfounding texts on African feminist discourse such as Flora Nwapa's Efuruand Buchi Emecheta's Joys of Motherhood. Indeed the role of women hasalso come to the fore in the work of male writers involving no less thanSembene Ousmane in God's Bits of Wood, Chinua Achebe in Anthills of theSavannah, Ngugi wa Thiongo in Petals of Blood and Devil on the Cross.Regrettably Marita'y preoccupation with her thwarted motherhoodunnecessarily precludes her from questioning in a refreshingly fundamentalway the nature of her marital relationship with Murume as well as herrelationship with the larger society. Even when she seems conscious ofthe importance of her body as a woman and advises Janifa accordingly,such consciousness remains rudimentary.Furthermore, Marita's dreams about marriage remain conventional,particularly when she cannot perceive how the war can alter her status.Those issues pertaining to women's rights covering the social, legal andeconomic spheres, issues which commanded the attention of legislatorsimmediately after the war of liberation, remain far above Marita's head.Thus when Marita sets out for the city to look for her son immediatelyafter the attainment of Independence, she is severely handicapped inunderstanding the forces pitted against her. She dies at the hands of animpassive and menacingly blind bureaucracy which has recently succeededthe colonial one. The implications are clear: the new neo-colonial era ispart of a cyclical pattern of history in which the majority of Africans,especially women, are doomed to live out the miseries and injustices ofthe past. The narrative would have us believe, however, that Marita'smartyrdom will inspire other women such as the unknown woman andJanifa to hold on to their principles and ideas, and, if necessary, die forthem.16 MEN AND WOMEN IN A COLONIAL CONTEXTIt can also be argued that the significance of Marita's death is neverfully underlined in the narrative: notwithstanding the fact that Marita'smartyrdom inspires her disciples, these do not constitute a movementdedicated to the realization of her ideals. Her returned son is maimed bythe struggle and rejected as a marriage partner by Janifa. The latter hasalso been mentally crippled by her suffering at the hands of Manyepo andChisaga and is determined to remain single. The unknown woman diesanyway trying to retrieve Marita's body for a proper burial. In any case allof them remain individuals, with no suggestion at all that they couldconstitute the nucleus of an alternative society. Thus when Janifa, asMarita's disciple, says,But I will take the broken chains with my own hands and say ... Do not worryyourselves, I have already removed them myself. I have been removing them frommy heart for many years, now my legs and hands are free . . . Hwe are left with the impression that Janifa is referring to her spiritualcondition rather than to the socio-economic conditions which haveferociously impinged upon her life. Put another way, her situation is suchthat she withdraws from the more demanding external world into an innerworld where her soul seems to be at home with itself. As readers wecannot help feeling that the author is simply removing the discourseabout women from the concrete and therefore changeable world andplacing it into the realm of the abstract.What we have, therefore, is a novel in which Hove raises fundamentalissues pertaining to the role of men and women in a colonial contextwhich is about to change to a neo-colonial one. The role of African malesin such a society is far from flattering, especially when men are depictedas historical sell-outs. Their perception of themselves as oppressed is,according to Paul Freire, 'impaired by their submersion in the reality ofoppression'. But of course this is not to suggest that they betray theinterests of their society because of their gender. Indeed the role of themore radical generation represented by Marita's son belies such aninterpretation. It is a pity that Hove does not bother to dramatize how thatgeneration becomes radical and different from the older and more timidone. More important, perhaps, is that Hove creates an assembly of malecharacters who come across as memorable caricatures who are meant tobe a severe antidote to male chauvinism. His artistic strategy is to deflatein a brutal way the self-importance which males have always rushed toappropriate for themselves at the expense of women. When we take intoaccount that Hove himself is a male, there is also something of a ruthless14 Hove, Bones, 135.R. ZHUWARARA 17process of self-criticism implicit in the many levels of collaboration withManyepo noticeable in the role of the male characters in Bones.Related to the stock-taking exercise which the novel demands frommales is, of course, the desire to create more space for the female characterwhose actual historical significance has been either neglected or distorted.In creating a phalanx of female figures through Nehanda, Marita, theunknown woman and Janifa, Hove is attempting, in his own ambiguousway, to state the centrality of the woman character in the Zimbabweanexperience. This is an aspect we see in Marechera's Black Sunlight (1980)and Dangarembga's Nervous Conditions (1988).In the light of the above, it is logical to argue that the roles assigned towomen characters hardly break new ground in the context of Zimbabweanand, indeed, African literary discourse. What Bones successfully depicts isthe frighteningly awesome extent to which the African woman has sufferedat the hands of colonialists as well as at those of the men-folk. At its bestthe text captures the prodigious energy of Marita, her passion for life, herlove for her fellow sufferers and her deep yearning for justice and afulfilling existence. It seems that deprivation and denial are the hallmarkscharacteristic of the life of women caught up in a colonial and neo-colonialcontext. As such the text appeals to our conscience but it does not go onto suggest that women can indeed determine history and improve their lotin life as we see in Sembene Ousmane's God's Bits of Wood and Ngugi waThiongo's Devil on the Cross. The spiritual freedom which Janifa seems torealize at the end of Bones is significant but the question is: Can it besustained in a context in which the socio-economic conditions areprejudicial to the interests of women?It can also be argued that what seems to have excited the imaginationof international readers is not so much the feminist dimension of thenovel, for this indeed remains embarrassingly rudimentary and not carefullythought through, but the manner in which the novel is written. In his essayentitled 'The African writer and the English language', Chinua Achebewrote:I feel the English language will be able to carry the weight of my African experience.But it will have to be a new English, still in communion with its ancestral home butaltered to suit new African surroundings.15In this statement Achebe was alluding to the paradoxical situation inwhich African writers using European languages to express an Africancondition find themselves. They have to rework the language in such away that while remaining accessible to the outside world it also attempts15 Cited in Ngugi wa Thiongo's Decolonizing the Mind (Harare. Zimbabwe PublishingHouse, 1987). 8.18 MEN AND WOMEN IN A COLONIAL CONTEXTto do justice to the African experience. Such an exercise can arguably becalled indigenization Š that is, 'when a writer attempts to convey Africanconcepts, thought patterns and linguistic features via the Europeanmedium'.16 In Bones there is a refreshing and daring boldness in the wayHove captures the rhythms of thought in a poetic language distinctlyrooted in Shona vernacular expression. For example, here is how theanguish of Marita's disciple, Janifa, is rendered just at the point she isabout to go insane:Tears are not water. They must not be seen everyday. They are not water. The wellof tears is not visited by anyone. No one knows the colour and shape of the well oftears. If tears are seen everyday, things are bad inside Marita. Things are bad. Darkthings that eat you from inside until you grow as thin as me.17Flora Veit-Wild is indeed correct when she says that the novel readslike a long prose-poem, and is lyrical and entrancing. She continues:'... itmesmerises the reader with its frequent and intense repetitions, simplevocabulary, repeated questions and exclamations and the intimate second-person style'.18 Apart from the poetic evocativeness of the language,which is not, one must admit, evenly sustained in the novel, Hove alsorelies on traditional proverbs, maxims and sayings which are transliteratedfrom Shona. For instance, Chisaga and Murume seek to justify theirsubservient roles and the obsequious manner they relate to Manyepo byciting the traditional Shona proverb 'Mwana washe muranda kumwe',which he translates as: 'A king's son is a nobody in other lands.' Chisagaalso attempts to make excuses for the outrageous behaviour of his bossby citing a traditional saying, 'Musha wega wega une benzi rawo, Š Everyvillage has its own fool.' The implication is clear Š the worker, as traditiondemands, should tolerate his boss's behaviour as natural. Furthermore,Manyepo's abusive tantrums as he berates the workers for their supposedlaziness are aptly summarized by Chisaga when he says, 'He eats fire andvomits the embers.' This is creatively translated from the well-knownShona saying, 'Anodya marasha.' The objective of Chisaga is to urge hisfellow Africans not to be so daring as to disappoint or challenge Manyepo.Subverting the 'gospel' of subservience and conformity preached byChisaga, Chiriseri and Murume are sayings from the same Shona languagebut this time used by women: for example, Marita keeps on repeating toJanifa that 'Men are like children' and it is all the more surprising theywant to rule the whole world. The statement is based on a Shona saying,16 C. Zabus, The Logos eaters: The Igbgo ethno-text', Kunapipi (1990), x, ii, 19.17 Hove, Bones, 113.18 F. Veit-Wild, Teachers, Preachers, Non-believers: A Social History of Zimbabwean Literature(Harare, Baobab Books, 1993), 316.R. ZHUWARARA 19'Varume vanenge vana vadiki.' As such, women should be wary of themand safeguard their bodies from 'sexploitation'. Implicit in the meaning isthat men may not be all that suited to exercising authority. In the samevein Janifa questions the wisdom of her mother who quietly proceeds toarrange a marital relationship for her with Chisaga so that she can begiven the left-overs which Chisaga collects from his master's table. Sheasserts: 'My mother told me to eat of my own sweat, not to beg like that.'The statement is based on a Shona saying; 'Idya zvedikita rako kwetezvekupemha.' The idea is that one should be self-sufficient and independentand not depend on others. In a way most of these sayings and idiomaticexpressions may come across as being more novel and exotic tointernational readers than to the Shona reader. Fascinating for the latter isthe way Hove is either transliterating or modifying the original Shonaexpressions so as to suit his contextual purposes.Unlike Marechera, who is very dependant on an innovative but standardEnglish, and Mungoshi, who is meticulously adept yet cautious in hisrendering of African experiences in English, Hove allows the rhythms andthought patterns of a Shona speaker to register much more forcefully inhis writing. One is reminded of the language in those of Achebe's novelsset in the pre-colonial past and the way in which their very mode ofexpression is designed to capture the process of thinking, philosophizingand image-making which takes place in peasant societies inhabiting aspecific rural locale. In her criticism, Flora Veit-Wild argues that thelanguage used by Hove in Bones 'recreates a world of sayings and proverbsand registers and a sense of oneness with the land and with tradition. Itcelebrates a form of Africanness which does not exist anymore.' She goeson to accuse Hove of presenting 'a monolithic view of African society'.19Such criticism is misdirected and unfortunate, particularly when we seethat people like Marita, Murume and other workers are a displaced peoplealienated from their traditional lands as well as from the fruits of theirlabour on the farm.Furthermore, as has been shown in this article, their perceptions oftheir situation are far from being uniform. In fact, they are divided andtherefore easy to exploit and discard. One could perhaps complainlegitimately about there being an insufficient differentiation of the registersused by the various characters on the farm. Apart from that, there exists astrained relationship between oral tradition and the individuals who try touse it to justify their roles in the colonial context in which they findthemselves. There is definitely no 'sense of oneness with land and tradition'.One needs to take into account the contexts in which these proverbs andsayings would be used under normal circumstances in order to appreciatethe degree of fragmentation and rupture that is being signified in Hove'snarrative."Ibid., 317.20 MEN AND WOMEN IN A COLONIAL CONTEXTIn conclusion, it is important to state that Bones is a controversialsuccess which is unlikely to satisfy the expectations of feminist writersand thinkers for reasons which have been amply demonstrated in thisarticle. However, Hove should be given credit for experimenting withlanguage in a way which refreshingly captures the modes of perceptionand expression associated with the rich Shona oral tradition. Such acreative and resourceful way of handling language, which he has againdemonstrated in his latest novel, Shadows, places Hove in a somewhatsimilar position to that of Okara who experimented with Ijo and English inThe Voice. The question that remains, however, relates to whether Hove'slanguage experiment is helping to revitalize the language of the erstwhilecolonial master or the Shona literary discourse.Literary works referred to in the textACHEBE, C, Things Fall Apart (London, Heinemann, 1958).Š, Arrow of God (London, Heinemann Educational Books Ltd., 1964).Š, Anthills of the Savannah (London, Heinemann, 1987).ARMAH, A. 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