A Memorial To A Moment Of Madness

One of my best friends is Ndebele. In an ideal world, saying this should mean nothing. In fact, it shouldn’t even be said. But the world is not ideal and signifiers of difference are a way, a standard, of understanding ourselves and each other. Ndlovu. It is a surname that – if you are Zimbabwean – you will instantly recognise as not Shona, which is … Continue reading A Memorial To A Moment Of Madness