“Now when the men talk, their voices burn in the air, making smoke all over the place. We hear about change, about new country, about democracy, about elections and what-what. They talk and talk, the men, lick their lips and look at the dead watches on their wrists and shake their hands and slap each other and laugh like they have swallowed thunder.” Literary FictionLiteraryZimbabweAfrican AuthorsAfrican Literature Book:We Need New Names Source: We Need New Names
“It's not the lying itself that makes makes me feel bad but the fact that I'm here lying to my friends. I don't like not playing with them and I don't like lying to them because they are the most important thing to me and when I'm not with them I feel like I'm not even me.” Literary FictionLiteraryZimbabweAfrican AuthorsAfrican Literature Book:We Need New Names Source: We Need New Names
“Now when the men talk, their voices burn in the air, making smoke all over the place. We hear about change, about new country, about democracy, about elections and what-what. They talk and talk, the men, lick their lips and look at the dead watches on their wrists and shake their heads and slap each other and laugh like they have swallowed thunder.” Literary FictionAfrican American AuthorsZimbabweAfrican Literatureter Author:NoViolet Bulawayo
