the girls who know everything
Sia Figiel uses a language like my own, but twists it wholly to her purpose, spinning familiar words together on exotic and unruly strings to give unforgettable descriptions of people (‘Sale wore a sharkface’.) and places (‘waves cry diesel tears’).
With stunning illogical logic she shows how youth is the same but also different for girls the world over.
‘If you can answer riddles and rhyme land animals with sea animals, then you have passed the test and it is clear that you don’t like boys’.
I see children learning about themselves and approaching adulthood. Interacting with significant adults such as the teacher who ‘drank children-tears, ate boy-humiliation and devoured a girls pain’. I join them in embracing their culture and community and the ways beyond these islands. I share the excitement of the first television to enter a home - and also the disappointment once they discover its limitations. No aerial equals no picture.
Once again I catch a brief glimpse of my own culture through distant eyes as the school children are made to recite Wordsworth without a clue to the true nature of a daffodil, prompting one child to suggest - ‘A daffodil is a dancer that lives in the sky’. Proving that imagination and ignorance are always more poetic than truth.