“How can the journey from shore to shore be so very difficult? It seems so simple on the maps.”
On the night of September 15th 2014, a ship carrying around 250 illegal migrants capsized off the coast of Libya. When we hear this kind of news, especially those of us who live in countries that deal with the issue of illegal immigration, we don’t usually give it a second though. Maybe we feel a pang of sadness for those who died, but not much else.
African Titanics presents the other perspective, one that we don’t usually hear from; the migrants. It is a story of the arduous journey that countless Africans make every day, told in first person from a man who leaves everything behind to travel to Europe. It is a humanizing, eye-opening look at the lengths people take and the risks they put themselves through for the chance at a better life.
The story starts in Eritrea, where the narrator describes the ‘migration bug’ that has plagued many parts of Africa. The bug eventually gets to him, and we follow the journey he takes and the people he meets on this life-threatening quest.
From the drive through the merciless Libyan Desert, to the days spends confined in a house in Tripoli with other migrants, to his trek into Tunisia, the narrator details the hardships, interactions and his own inner thoughts and worries, the most pressing one being the sea voyage. The migrants have nicknamed the boats ‘Titanics’ for the obvious reason that they are prone to sinking, and we follow the narrator as he and his friends eventually secures passage onto a Titanic.
Another layer to the story is the relationships forged in the midst of these hardships. There is the maternal and tender Terhas, one of the narrator’s companions. There’s also affable and creative Malouk, who, with his guitar and knack for storytelling, provides some joviality in an otherwise grim narrative.
What I really liked was how the migrants and their situation were presented so matter-of-factly. They aren't portrayed in a way meant to evoke pity, or attempt to justify their actions. You’re left to make your own conclusions, which I felt added to the overall experience of reading the book.
One of the most insightful parts of the book takes place in the Tripoli house, the migrants gathering together and chatting until nightfall. They have effectively left the fate of their lives in the hands of people they don’t know, and yet they’re joking and laughing, thinking positively of the future. The narrator even mentions that they are quick to forget the stories of the sinking ships, instead looking for the stories of those that make it. It’s a very beautiful depiction of human resilience, and the will to go on despite being vulnerable to life’s harsh realities.
African Titanics is a gripping novel, one that I recommend anyone who wants to understand the complex issue of migrants, or those looking for a compelling read.