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Written as an extended letter from a black Zimbabwean mother to her daughter leaving for a university place in America, this first novel draws back a veil to reveal life in Africa today.
Een soort van testament, de evokatie van het leven van de zwarte dorpsbewoner in Rhodesië-Zimbabwe aan de omwille van de studies emigrerende dochter. De bedoeling is het doorgeven van waarden en tradities uit de besloten dorpsgemeenschap aan de revolutionaire dochter. Mooi! ( )
Informatie afkomstig uit de Engelse Algemene Kennis.Bewerk om naar jouw taal over te brengen.
This novel is dedicated to the memory of my father, the late Dr. Nkosana Arthur Maraire, whose love, laughter, and lore kindled my spirit and gave me the courage to pursue my dreams.
This novel is dedicated to the memory of my father, the late Dr. Nkosana Arthur Mataire, whose love, laughter, and lore kindles my spirit and gave me the courage to pursue my dreams.
Eerste woorden
Informatie afkomstig uit de Engelse Algemene Kennis.Bewerk om naar jouw taal over te brengen.
Today is the first day of winter, I believe.
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Informatie afkomstig uit de Engelse Algemene Kennis.Bewerk om naar jouw taal over te brengen.
If we could only learn from nature; it is our classroom. The trees bear fruit; the fruit contains seed; the flower bears the pollen. The earth regenerates itself; it sows, then reaps. We must develop a cultural ecosystem--some eternal cycle of African regeneration--planting our roots firmly, spreading and growing as the tubers and rhizomes, deep in the earth and sowing our children (the fruits) the seeds to reap another harvest. Each time one of us, like Mukoma Byron, is lost to the West, it is worse than losing a fruit; we also lose the seeds therein.
He so strongly believed that education was the key to our freedom.
He dares to change reality because for him the present construct is simply the realization of someone else’s vision.
I could not forsake our determination to expose you to our culture. If in the end you rejected it, that was fine, but we had fulfilled our responsibility as African parents; the rest was up to you.
...we are close to the soil. That is where the African foundation is. We are still standing on the ground of our ancestors; we are rooted, where others were scattered. (p.93)
Your own life is a story yet to be told, and wisdom, when it comes, is simply to understand at last, the beginning of the word and the story of our birth, death, and rebirth.
Racism...is like a thick mist that obscures the vision and judgement of even great minds....To her color-blinded mind's eye, your three dimensions are black by black by black. ..You are beyond her microsphere of credibility....If you begin to doubt yourself then the battle is lost....The true reflection of you lies within. (p.85-6)
Be prepared to meet many who still see Africa as one large amorphous mass: the Dark Continent, a primeval swamp, misty and steaming, inhabited by Neanderthal creatures and cheerful but primitive natives who engage in sordid ritualistic ceremonies, deep into the night, to the rhythm of drums.
Laatste woorden
Informatie afkomstig uit de Engelse Algemene Kennis.Bewerk om naar jouw taal over te brengen.
Written as an extended letter from a black Zimbabwean mother to her daughter leaving for a university place in America, this first novel draws back a veil to reveal life in Africa today.
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