Voodoonauts Presents: (Re)Living Mythology is a delightful collection of alumni writing
In 2019, two African MFA students—Yvette Ndlovu from Zimbabwe and Shingai Kakunda from Kenya—met while studying in the United States. Appalled by the lack of resources for and about Black speculative writers in their programmes, the two would frequently dream about creating the kind of space that actively facilitated, nurtured, and validated Black science fiction and fantasy writers. When the pandemic began in 2020, and programmes began to move online, the pair, along with H.D. Hunter and L.P. Kindred, would begin the Voodoonauts Summer Workshop (now Fellowship).
Together, the four have hosted three online workshops thus far, gathering writers, artists, poets, editors and publishers together. During these workshops, they have done craft classes, genre-specific writing sessions, lessons about African story-forms and speculative literary cannons, and tutorials for navigating the science fiction, fantasy and horror sides of the publishing industry.
But most importantly the Voodoonauts team practice what they preach. Next week, they are publishing their first collection of student and facilitator short stories and poems through Android Press: Voodoonauts Presents: (Re)Living Mythology – A Collection of Black Magical Stories and Poems. This collection is a testament to the hard work and dedication the team puts into ensuring that their students can have work out in the world, and it serves as a display of their students’ talent. This book includes a mixture of fourteen short stories and poems, in which the writers tap into their histories, cultures and passions as they re-imagine aspects of mythologies in fresh, new and trippy ways
While I would love to review all of the entries, I have neither the space nor time, but here are three of my favourites from this delightful collection.
“The Names We Take” by S.O.F
“Born shortly after my grandfather’s death, I was designated his reincarnation and dubbed, Babátúndé. There was no money for new names, only incarnations or inherited ones. My grandfather had been called Àjàyí, and it seemed as if he had lived his entire life just as he was born, with his face down – oppressed and trampled on, seated in abject poverty and disgrace. And
“The Names We Take” is one of the collection’s stories that explores parent-child relationships. It examines the sacrifices parents make so that their children can have long, fulfilling lives. For many parents this means ensuring that their children are clothed, fed, housed, and well educated. But what would you do if you could change your child’s destiny?
Enter Àjàyí, a poor Lagosian who only has a few hours left to change his newborn’s destiny before it is sealed at her naming ceremony. Names and naming are an important part of Yoruba culture, as a good name can shape your future. But good, new names are expensive, a luxury that can only be afforded by the rich. To ensure that his daughter can have a good name and that her sealed destiny is rich and fulfilling, he is determined to steal one.
He finds his target, the rich white General Manager of a local oil company and has gathered the materials and formulated his time down to the last dollar he needs for the bus ride home. He strikes. He steals! He hustles to the name dealer and distils his daughter’s new destiny and name down to its core. But that is the easy part. Now, he must get home and give his baby the new name and destiny before the sun sets. Unfortunately for him and his meticulous plan, Lagos itself seems determined to slow him down.
I loved the way this story explores parental anxiety, and the ways they go out of their way to ensure their children have better lives. Àjàyí battles poverty, class, and powerful exploitative systems to change the course of his daughter’s future. This story powerful statement about parental love, and the struggle for class elevation.
“The Visit” by Tina Jenkins Bell
“The Visit” also looks at parent-child dynamics, but this time looks at the relationship adult children have with their ageing and ailing parents.
Senora Glad Johnson is ill, having recently been diagnosed with a heart condition that causes her to have blood pressure spikes. These spikes, much to her son Malcolm’s horror—because Senora is determined to live alone— either cause severe chest pain or make her faint.
Malcolm wants Senora to sell her house and move in with him so that he can care for her, and his wife and children simultaneously. But Senora loves her independence and tight-knit community in Chicago and doesn’t want to be a burden on Malcolm. More importantly, she wants to keep him away from Walumbe, a wretched spirit that haunted her father, and who started targeting her since her illness began.
The pair butt heads during Malcolm’s visit, as he fusses over her health and living arrangement and she tries to hold onto her lifestyle and keep Walumbe at bay. Only when they start to talk to each other, and Senora explains their strange family history do they find a way to move forward together, and Senora gathers the strength she needs to banish Walumbe.
I spoke to Jenkins Bell about this story and what she had in mind while she was writing it. I was curious about the way she used Walumbe—a Ugandan folklore character from The Story of Kintu: the first man—in her story about an ailing woman in Chicago. She explained that Walumbe was always a meddlesome and nefarious spirit. In Kintu’s story, he is the embodiment of death and disease who came to earth uninvited and began stealing Kintu’s children away. He has a similar role in this story, as he tries to trick his victims into giving up their lives before their time.
Walumbe stands in for Senora’s fear, but also the trauma she experienced while caring for her ailing father and
as his heir, I had walked the same bleak path. But no longer, I remind myself, not anymore.”