“Leaving your country is like dying, and when you come back you are like a ghost returning to earth, roaming around with missing gaze in your eyes” — NoViolet Bulawayo Copy Share Image
“Further and further we go, and the sun keeps ironing us and ironing us and ironing us.” — NoViolet Bulawayo Copy Share Image
“...and the women spread their ntsaroz and sit on one side, the men on the other, like they are two different rivers that are… — NoViolet Bulawayo Copy Share Image
“Because we were not in our country, we could not use our own languages, and so when we spoke our voices came out bruised.” — NoViolet Bulawayo Copy Share Image
“Heaven is boring. Didn't you see, in that picture book back when we used to go to school? It's just plain and white and… — NoViolet Bulawayo Copy Share Image
“You pray and pray and pray and nothing changes, like for example I prayed for a real house and good clothes and a bicycle… — NoViolet Bulawayo Copy Share Image
“It's not the lying itself that makes me feel bad but the fact that I'm here lying to my friends.” — NoViolet Bulawayo Copy Share Image
“a country is a Coca-Cola bottle that can smash on the floor and disappoint you” — NoViolet Bulawayo Copy Share Image
“Look at them leaving in droves despite knowing they will be welcomed with restraint in those strange lands because they do not belong, knowing… — NoViolet Bulawayo Copy Share Image
“He speaks with this tone like he owns things, but we know that even the baton stick in his hands is not his, that… — NoViolet Bulawayo Copy Share Image
“At first it comes in small drops; that's how pee does, if somebody is watching, then it just won't come. I get more tiny… — NoViolet Bulawayo Copy Share Image
“When you look into their faces it's like something that was in there got up and gathered its things and walked away.” — NoViolet Bulawayo Copy Share Image
