“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