“The schools wear the blank faces of war buildings, their windows blown blind by rocks or guns or mortars. Their plaster is an acne of bullet marks. The huts and small houses crouch open and vulnerable; their doors are flimsy pieces of plyboard or sacks hanging and lank. Children and chickens and dogs scratch in the red, raw soil and stare at us as we drive through their open, eroding lives.” ChildrenWarAfricaZimbabweDescriptiveRhodesia Book:Don't Let's Go to the Dogs Tonight: An African Childhood Source: Don't Let's Go to the Dogs Tonight: An African Childhood
“You can't rewind war. It spools on, and on, and on, looping and jumping, distorted and cracked with age, and the stories contract until only the nuggets of hatred remain and no one can even remember, or imagine, why the war was organized in the first place.” FirstsWarStoriesAgeRememberImagineHatredOrganizedContractsJumpingCrackedNuggetsRewind Author:Alexandra Fuller
“The land itself, of course, was careless of its name. It still is. You can call it what you like, fight all the wars you want in its name. Change its name altogether if you like. The land is still unblinking under the African sky. It will absorb white man's blood and the blood of African men, it will absorb blood from slaughtered cattle and the blood from a woman's birthing with equal thirst. It doesn't care.” IfsMenWantStillsWarCareFightingCoursesNamesWhiteBloodSkyLandEqualThirstWhite ManCarelessCattleBirthingName Changes Book:Don't Let's Go to the Dogs Tonight: Picador Classic Source: Don't Let's Go to the Dogs Tonight: Picador Classic
