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“And today they'll call the thing all sort of queer names, I've even heard it called a genocide. But I myself call it service.”

Quote by NoViolet Bulawayo

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Glory

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NoViolet Bulawayo
NoViolet Bulawayo

NoViolet Bulawayo, born on December 10, 1981, is a prominent author from Zimbabwe. Her works are set against the backdrop of Zimbabwe's social reality, profoundly addressing issues such as poverty, racial discrimination, and the plight of children. more

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