Chenjerai Hove

Chenjerai Hove (9 February 1956 – 12 July 2015), was a Zimbabwean poet, novelist and essayist who wrote in both English and Shona."Modernist in their formal construction, but making extensive use of oral conventions, Hove's novels offer an intense examination of the psychic and social costs - to the rural population, especially, of the war of liberation in Zimbabwe."He died on 12 July 2015 while living in exile in Norway, with his death attributed to liver failure. Quotes Exile wields the hammer of darker memories. Where the victim and the victimizer embrace, who shall intervene, and clouds of rain pour down on the sky's rejects. Page 44 There are many homesteads which will remain intact, with children and dogs chasing after hopeless bones and fireflies. But his home will not be a home. It will be a home of graves, ancestors, shadows, broken walls leaning on tired ear. Page 45 When the small bull grow horns, it must learn to defend itself... Page 46 A silent man will die in the silence of his foolishness. Page 49 [A] man who broods about his problems alone is likely to bewitch others. Talking is the medicine for troubles. Page 50 If this is what my foot can carry me to, I choose the buttocks which make me sit near the grave of my ancestors. The lizard with a broken tail must learn to play near the cave. Page 50 An old death is better. Everyone dies when the years have left them behind. Everyone joins the womb of the earth on their way to the ancestors. To die the way you died, that is pain. That is the pain which eats the cracked feet of a sleeper. The sleeper tries to wake up, the rat blows some fresh air on to the wound so that the sleeper can sleep until the whole sole of the foot is a big wound. Page 54 If a man overeats and then takes a spear to stab the granary which stores the food, he should not blame someone else when tomorrow his stomach starts rumbling with hunger. Page 57 A man who refused to be warned only remembers the warning when his forehead is covered with wounds. Page 79 It is the noisy bird which gets the stone from the catapult... Page 82 An injured man must not feel pity for himself, otherwise he will live in sorrow for the rest of his life. Page 86 The stump that hits the toes of the person walking in front of you will also hit the toe of the person walking behind. When the big finger burns, the small ones also burn. Page 102 we were not the only ones left; the fig-tree stood by us. we were not the only ones left until the sky refused us a visa. sweet dreams, dear as we wait for another flower to bloom. The Best Poem Of Chenjerai Hove External links Category:1956 births Category:2015 deaths Category:Poets from Zimbabwe