The change of tack catches me unawares in a sometimes dizzying novel that trusts you have the good memory to keep up. I found the family tree at the beginning a helpful reference point to keep coming back to. It is the first of various forms of a curse that will plague Kintu and his descendants as retribution. However, my laughter has barely quietened down when tragedy follows swiftly after. It’s the one where the menfolk keep it real with Baale, son of the eponymous Kintu, on marriage, sex and (fake) orgasms while they share the story of a grooming aunty who grabs the flaccid penis of her niece’s non-performing husband, asking, “Whose girl do you think you’re going to starve?” I laugh and even share it on my Twitter. There’s a scene early on in Kintu that has me nearly spluttering my tea.
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