Aluta, a word used by many Africans to mean “struggle for freedom and liberation” comes from the Portugeuse phase, “A luta continua, Vitoria e certa”- the struggle continues, victory is certain. The word was commonly chanted during protests against colonial oppressors and later against harsh African regimes. College students throughout Africa shouted Aluta! during peaceful demonstrations and movements of mass resistance.
Our main character, Charlotte, is an 18 year old freshman, away at college and from home for the first time. University life in Ghana is riveting and she quickly meets all kinds of friends and acquaintances that educate her about real issues just as much, if not more, than her classes do. The story takes place in 1981, but aside from the fashion and music references, it is very similar to college life in Ghana today. No where in sight of her parents, especially her opinionated father, Charlotte tries everything. She goes out to the clubs, explores relationships with a rich business man and a student activist, and dabbles in student politics. Meanwhile, Ghana is going through major changes. The government is overthrown and everything freezes. Universities are shut down and students are forced to go home and join work camps to haul crops to the coast for export. When the universities open back up, she has a better sense of what is important to her and she decides to become a leader in student government and get more serious with her boyfriend. Danger is lurking, as the government and rouge militaristic men arrest, torture and seize seemingly innocent people all over the country. Someone decides Charlotte has seen too much, knows something she shouldn’t or has gained too much power. She is captured while attempting to attend a national student government meeting off campus. This story has a tough ending, but gives a glimpse into the lives of young women who are used and abused during national conflicts.
This book is well written and has so many details that made me reminisce about my college days living in the dorms in Ghana- the food, the parties, the rivalry with halls, the charismatic professors, the rigorous final exams, the many religious and political groups on campus, and the assertive males who go to extreme measures to seek
female attention. I wanted to join Charlotte and her girlfriends at the club and dance until morning. I wanted to walk with her and her boyfriend at dusk to get some spicy fried plantains. I wanted to be in her class where students and professors debate rigorously with loud voices and hand waving. By the end of the book, I had a different
feeling. I was so sad for Charlotte and her friends who had to leave school to work and were later arrested unfairly. I was sad for her parents who were afraid and embarrassed of their strong, active daughter. I was grateful I went to college in a time of peace and freedom and I thought about the thousands of students across the world
who are silenced during their quests for justice and positive change.
Author, Adwoa Badoe, represents Ghana well and gives us a story about young Africans that we haven’t heard. She fairly portrays female and male characters, never relying on stereotypical depictions of them.
She writes about Charlotte’s intimate, sexual experiences respectfully and in a way that makes you think hard about consent, reproductive rights, and the burden women carry just for being female. The ending
of the story is rushed and the prologue gives away a bit too much. The cover of the book is fantastic- colorful and representing Charlotte as the star of the novel.
Reviewed by Anastasia Shown, MSW, University of Pennsylvania School of Social Policy and Practice
Published in Africa Access Review (April 18, 2017)
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