...condemning Nyasha to whoredom, making her a victim of her femaleness, just as I had felt victimised at home in the days when Nhamo went to school and I grew my maize. The victimisation, I saw, was universal. It didn't depend on poverty, on lack of education or on tradition. It didn't depend on any of the things I had thought it depended on. Men took it everywhere with them. Even heroes like Babamukuru did it. And that was the problem. You had to admit Nyasha had no tact. You had to admit she was altogether too volatile and strong-willed. You couldn't ignore the fact that she had no respect for Babamukuru when she ought to have had lots of it. But what I didn't like was the way that all conflicts came back to the question of femaleness. Femaleness as opposed and inferior to maleness.
Tsitsi DangarembgaCan you cook books and feed them to your husband? Stay at home with your mother. Learn to cook and clean. Grow vegetables.
Tsitsi DangarembgaEverything about her spoke of alternatives and possibilities that if considered too deeply would wreak havoc with the neat plan I had laid out for my life.
Tsitsi DangarembgaThis business of womanhood is a heavy burden.
Tsitsi DangarembgaIt’s bad enough . . . when a country gets colonized, but when the people do as well! That’s the end, really, that’s the end.
Tsitsi DangarembgaTag: history colonization blackness
You are one of the rare people who can separate your observation from your perception...you see what is, where most people see what they expect.
Tsitsi DangarembgaTag: perception observation expectations observations
In fact, a lack of randomness denotes an abysmal spirit.
Tsitsi DangarembgaI was not sorry when my brother died
Tsitsi DangarembgaWhat I wanted was to get away. But the moon was too far beyond, and there were white bits under me, where the flesh was shredded off and the bone gleamed that famed ivory, and those below cowered and, if they were not quick enough, were spattered in blood. Then came the jolt, as of a fall, and I saw the leg was caught in an ungainly way in the smaller branches of a mutamba tree, the foot hooked, long like that infamous fruit.
Tsitsi DangarembgaTag: violence civil-war trauma zimbabwe rhodesia land-mine
if someone smiles at you it does not mean they’re happy. It just means “I think that if I smile I might get out of this alive!” [http://brickmag.com/interview-tsitsi-...]
Tsitsi DangarembgaTag: smile
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