The first Zimbabwean fiction I've read - and definitely not the last as a result of it.
“Above all this the stars shine."
“Cain and Abel were not brothers, not twins. They were...two sides of the same person, good and evil warring against its own inclinations. The same struggle was borne out in every person, over and over, from the very most beginning of time, and you could only answer for yourself which brother would win.”
“In the midst of all these haunted people, she sat alone, without a ghost yet longing for one, her writing like a clasp of fingers around empty air.”
“At the time, age eighteen, having been brought up in a hair-trigger society where the ground rules were – if no physically violent touch was being laid upon you, and no outright verbal insults were being levelled at you, and no taunting looks in the vicinity either, then nothing was happening, so how could you be under attack from something that wasn’t there? At eighteen I had no proper understanding of the ways that constituted encroachment.”
"A cow looks out to sea, dreaming of a life that involves grass."
“Guess that's where the tears came from, knowing that there's so much in this great big world that you don't have a single ounce of control over."
“But if you want to win, you're going to have to fight.”
"Yes, she'd been their English teacher and yearbook advisor, but that didn't explain her excessive collecting of signatures and tributes next to every senior's photo..."
"But people do pay other people to act like part of the family. That doesn't mean it's not a transaction.”