Julius Bokoru’s “The Angel That Was Always There” is a beautiful book, but it is a very dark story about a child grappling at life, trying to make sense of who he really is. Struggling and failing. Confused and lonely. Saved intermittently by the love of his mother, but losing that mother when he most needed her. It is heartbreaking. It is heartrending. The story leaves your shivering long after you’ve left it. Because here comes young Julius, ambling down the pages, whispering haunting memories in a swaggering bravado—sputtering pretty prose-poetry and acting all tough—when all I wanted to do was to smother him in a hug and assure him that it would be alright.
Author: Julius Bokoru