'The big day has arrived and Bheki’s house is flooded with electric light for the first time. He remembers the time, many years before, when his father gave him a light that really did seem to be magic. The torch brought him many friends and a new status in the kraal, until its beam began to fade. Bheki’s journey to bring power back to the magic light tested him to the limit but ended in magic of a different kind. It gave him a belief in himself.'
At the end of the story, Bheki explains how batteries work and how electricity is generated and brought into homes across the world.
If you watched Nelson Mandela's funeral service at Qunu you will recognise the similar rural setting in the story. (Nelson Mandela was also a herd bo
Excerpt
‘When, Grandpa? pleaded Bheki’s young grandson.
‘Hush,’ scolded the child’s mother.
Bheki Mkhize smiled, but he would not be hurried. Tonight was a very special night. He sat quietly in his favourite armchair, his tired old eyes watching for the last fiery rays of sun to fade into darkness.
His three sons and their wives sat patiently around the dining table. It was spread with a flowered tablecloth and laid with spoons and dishes ready for the celebration. Bread had been cut into chunks, and a pot of mutton curry simmered on the gas stove. It bubbled out a tempting, spicy aroma.
His grandchildren were settled in a circle on the faded carpet. They grew restless, but still Bheki waited.
When at last it had grown too dark to see across the room, Bheki finally agreed, ‘It is time.’
Slowly he got to his feet. The children were silent as they watched the shadowy form of their grandfather move towards the door.
Bheki lifted one arm and reached out his hand. His fingers felt the smooth coldness of the switch. He pressed it down.
The room was flooded with bright yellow light. Electricity! He had waited so long for this moment. His eyes filled with tears as his grandchildren clapped and cheered.
His grandson leapt up to try the switch for himself. The light went on and off, on and off. ‘It’s magic, Grandpa,’ he cried.
‘Almost,’ agreed Bheki, and memories of the magic light of his own childhood came rushing back.
Professional Reviews
Could Educate Young Ones About Other Cultures and Science
This is a Coming of Age story with an educational twist.
Bheki is a grandfather who shares a story about his youth and his first experience with electricity.
I thoroughly enjoyed this delightful book. I believe it could help educate young ones about other cultures as well as science. The story has some pictures so I'd recommend it for school aged children who are transitioning from picture books.
Bheki learns how his magic light worked, will you...?
WOW! What a wonderful ebook this is for the young kids. It taught how electricity actually works. Because of all of this information I wish to give this ebook for children ages 7-12, so what I would give it four stars. I received this ebook for free and in return, here is my honest review. Great job Jan! By Angela
So much more than just a science lesson!
I was given a free copy of this book in exchange for an honest review. This was a well-rounded story, taking a simple science idea (electricity) and turning it into something so much more! Yes in this story children will learn about electricity and how it works, in a simple and child-friendly and appropriate way, I also appreciated that safety issues were discussed, but they will also learn about believing in yourself and that you don't need "things" to make you special, you have your own unique qualities and strengths that make you special just as you are. As a teacher in the classroom you are always looking for unique ways to teach children things, and especially things that don't compartmentalise but link multiple subjects together, and this book does just this, so much more than just an interesting tool to use in science class!
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