2022-23: Disruptive Dialogues: The Legacy of Dambudzo Marechera in Harare and Oxford

Igot my things and left. This, the opening line to Dambudzo Marechera’s The House of Hunger, apart from being the coolest opening line in African fiction, is a fair summary of the writer’s life. He was always getting his things and leaving; not that he had many things to get—in his last years, homeless and reduced to sleeping on park benches in Harare, Zimbabwe, all he had were his typewriter and a few books. He died at thirty-five, an age when most writers are just publishing their first novels

12 My Arms Vanished Mountains by Dambudzo Marechera, excerpt, part twelve, read by Dambudzo Marechera. | Dambudzo Marechera