No Telephone To Heaven.  No voice to God.  A waste to try. Cut off.  No way of reaching out or up.  Maybe only one way.  No mater if him is Jesus or him is Jah.  Him not gwan like dis one lickle bit. NO TELEPHONE TO HEAVEN.(16)

This paragraph really grabs my attention.  It also reminds me of Trouillot, in Silencing The Past.  The voiceless, and the unheard.   I can’t help but put in this quote from Cliff, “Depression.  Downpression. Oppression.  Recession.  Intercession.  Commission.  Omission. Missionaries.”  Cliff talks more about the no telephone connection line with God, and there is just nothing left for them to feel about the one’s who persecuted them.

The grinding poverty of the dungle, and the stark contrast with the wealthy, Cliff makes very visible in her work.  Like the part where she describes the state of the children in the dungle, and where a beggar lady is in front of the church of the privileged, and there is a sign to help the poor children in Biafra, and the lady just laughs.  Because it is absurd.  Also striking is the mention of the makka-thorned acacia.  The only bush to grow in the dungle. “The bush from which the Ark was carved and the Crown was woven.  And this is only in the beginning of the book.