THE LAST NOMAD
Coming of Age in the Somali Desert
A remarkable and inspiring true story that “stuns with raw beauty” about one woman’s resilience, her courageous journey to America, and her family’s lost way of life.
Born in Somalia, a spare daughter in a large family, Shugri Said Salh was sent at age six to live with her nomadic grandmother in the desert. The last of her family to learn this once-common way of life, Salh found herself chasing warthogs, climbing termite hills, herding goats, and moving constantly in search of water and grazing lands with her nomadic family. For Salh, though the desert was a harsh place threatened by drought,
A remarkable and inspiring true story that “stuns with raw beauty” about one woman’s resilience, her courageous journey to America, and her family’s lost way of life.
Born in Somalia, a spare daughter in a large family, Shugri Said Salh was sent at age six to live with her nomadic grandmother in the desert. The last of her family to learn this once-common way of life, Salh found herself chasing warthogs, climbing termite hills, herding goats, and moving constantly in search of water and grazing lands with her nomadic family. For Salh, though the desert was a harsh place threatened by drought, predators, and enemy clans, it also held beauty, innovation, centuries of tradition, and a way for a young Sufi girl to learn courage and independence from a fearless group of relatives. Salh grew to love the freedom of roaming with her animals and the powerful feeling of community found in nomadic rituals and the oral storytelling of her ancestors.
As she came of age, though, both she and her beloved Somalia were forced to confront change, violence, and instability. Salh writes with engaging frankness and a fierce feminism of trying to break free of the patriarchal beliefs of her culture, of her forced female genital mutilation, of the loss of her mother, and of her growing need for independence. Taken from the desert by her strict father and then displaced along with millions of others by the Somali Civil War, Salh fled first to a refugee camp on the Kenyan border and ultimately to North America to learn yet another way of life.
Readers will fall in love with Salh on the page as she tells her inspiring story about leaving Africa, learning English, finding love, and embracing a new horizon for herself and her family. Honest and tender, The Last Nomad is a riveting coming-of-age story of resilience, survival, and the shifting definitions of home.
- Algonquin Books
- Hardcover
- August 2021
- 304 Pages
- 9781643750675
About Shugri Said Salh
Shugri Said Salh was born in the Somali desert. In 1992, she immigrated to North America after civil war broke out in her home country. She attended nursing school at Pacific Union College and graduated with honors. Although this is her first book, Salh has been storytelling since she could talk. From her grandmother and the nomadic community in which she was raised, she heard stories and learned of their power to entertain, teach, and transform. When she isn’t writing or telling stories, she works as an infusion nurse. She lives in Sonoma County with her husband and three children.
Praise
“Salh’s prose radiates with deep empathy and sensitivity, a reflection of the gift for storytelling she inherited from her poet grandmother. This stuns with its raw beauty.”
—Publishers Weekly
“A brilliant and riveting book . . . The Last Nomad introduces the reader to the real lives in Somalia and the resilience of its people not only inside the nation but beyond.”
—Abdi Nor Iftin, author of Call Me American
“Shugri Salh’s The Last Nomad is a fascinating look at a disappearing culture. It’s told from the perspective of a girl growing into womanhood in a place where women’s value and virtue hinges on the actions of men. Salh’s stories of bravery and resilience intersplice with those of everyday joy and struggle. They show her forever navigating the place where two worlds collide with grace and skill, as perhaps only a nomad can.”
—Tracey Baptiste, author of The Jumbies and African Icons: Ten People Who Shaped History
“A clear-eyed and moving chronicle of her coming-of-age during a tumultuous time in the history of her native Somalia . . . A thoughtful look at life in an often-misunderstood culture and region.”
—Kirkus Reviews
Discussion Questions
- The author introduces the reader to the Somali proverb, “When an elder dies, a library is burned.” In The Last Nomad, Salh tells us that she feels a sense of urgency to archive her family’s stories and keep them alive. Does your family or culture have a tradition of oral histories? Why is it important to learn from our elders and earlier generations?
- How much did you know about Somalia, nomadic life, and/or the Somali Civil War before reading The Last Nomad? Did the story introduce you to events or lifestyles that you were originally unfamiliar with or to a new perspective? If so, in what ways?
- The author was exposed to Somalia’s rich oral tradition as a nomad and begins each chapter with a Somali proverb. Did any of these ring true to you or remind you of proverbs you have heard from your own culture? Which proverbs resonated with you the most?
- As a nomad herself, Salh’s mother considered it an honor for a young Shugri to help her ayeeyo with the demands of nomadic life. What was your initial reaction when the author was given as a gift of labor to her ayeeyo? Did that opinion change when you learned how Salh felt about it?
- Salh’s father fought for her to have an education instead of living as a nomad. In what ways did the nomadic lifestyle give the author an education? How does this lifestyle compare to going to school in a classroom?
- Salh writes that her father ensured that both his sons and daughters got an education, which was a bold view at the time. In what ways did Salh’s father raise her within traditional Somali gender roles, and in what ways did he not?
- As a child, Salh learned a deep sense of courage and independence from her fearless ayeeyo. What are some lessons Salh learned from her ayeeyo, and how did they help her face challenges throughout childhood as well as her adult life? In what ways was Salh’s grandmother different from the other Somali women in Salh’s life?
- What did you know about female genital mutilation (FGM) prior to reading The Last Nomad? How is FGM normalized in Somalia and how did this harmful practice become an integral procedure there, according to Salh? What is the relationship between FGM and beliefs about female virginity?
- During Salh’s FGM process, she describes herself as being brave and prideful. She even admits that she scorned “the cowardly behavior” of the other girls who were scared and tried to run. Were you surprised by the author’s attitude toward the process? By anything else about FGM? As an adult, how does Salh approach the legacy of FGM and its impact on her body and mind?
- During the author’s time at the Families for Children Orphanage (FFC), she experienced a lot of hardships, but she also had many moments of joy. Which events and people at FFC gave her the most strength, pride, and courage?
- In The Last Nomad, Salh details her experience of civil unrest, instability, and violence during the start of the Somali Civil War and while fleeing from the war. How did a young Salh make sense of the everyday violence and tragedy she witnessed? How did she make sense of her new status as a refugee at the border and in Kenya?
- When the author landed in Canada during the winter, she had never seen snow before, let alone any of the things most people in North America take for granted, like elevators and washing machines. What are some differences Salh observes, and what skills and strategies did she lean on in her new environment? Have you ever had to adjust to a different society and culture?
- What are the ways in which Salh leans on community as she flees the Somali Civil War and finds refuge in Kenya and ultimately North America? How did Salh’s expectation of North America compare to her reality?
- What are some of the ways, positive or negative, in which Salh’s childhood experiences continue to resonate in her life in California today?
- Salh paints a beautiful portrait of her nomadic life, pre-war Somalia, and the desert and delicious foods. What were your favorite descriptions?
Excerpt
Nomads
Hooyaday aniga iyo calool adayg bay na dhashay. Alongside with me, mother gave birth to an indomitable will.
—Somali proverb, translated by Gh Wiilwaal
I ran as fast as my skinny little six-year-old legs could carry me. My heart pounded in my ears, and twigs snapped underneath as my feet skimmed the scorching desert floor. Before me, I saw nothing but vast, open land littered with rain-starved trees. The hot East African sun played tricks on my eyes, shimmering and dancing on the horizon. A glimmer of hope erupted as I glimpsed my ayeeyo’s hut through this mirage. Would I make it to my grandmother’s before I was torn to pieces? I was afraid my body was already too tired.
My ayeeyo’s warning echoed in my ears even more loudly than my beating heart: Leave those warthogs alone if you want to live.
An hour before, I had been the one in power. When I spot- ted the herd grazing nearby, I had an urge to chase them. They broke into a trot, fleeing with their tails up in the air and their young trailing behind. Encouraged, I followed, throwing stones and twigs at them. Warthogs were ugly, useless creatures anyway. We never ate their meat, even if we were starving. My ayeeyo told me warthogs would run from me until they reached their home, but then would fight back viciously. I wanted to obey her, but I was also determined to test this theory myself. Would they really turn vicious? I felt elated to see them scared of little me. I continued my assault, targeting the small ones falling behind. Mother warthog warned me against bothering her young, sometimes circling back to intimidate me. But the whole herd was running, two by two, away from me. I did it! I won!
Then, suddenly, as if they heard my thoughts, all the adults turned, with their young tucked safely behind them, and charged me. I was now the prey.
I scanned the landscape as I fled, looking for a way to escape. Trees and bushes were few and far between in this arid desert; I was better off looking for a hole to hide in than a tall tree to climb. I desperately glanced over my shoulder and saw nothing but savage eyes, hooves pounding in the dust, and very long tusks, closing in fast. My lungs burned, my legs shook, and my red tunic clung to my body, drenched in sweat. Just when I thought all was lost, I felt a final surge of adrenaline; I practically flew into the hut, leapt up, and threw myself against its inner wall, clinging to it like a frightened monkey. For a moment I hung suspended, gasping for air and trembling, my eyes glued on the entrance, expecting the warthogs to stampede in. But I didn’t need that last desperate acrobatic move: the warthogs had given up chasing me.