5 Quotes by Thabo Jijana

they had merely acquired a shared affection for funeralsthe way some peoplelove public holidays:

now,never mindthe boy who came out of that reading rooma new man,safe in the hope of what was to comein the summers of his life.

We are all orbits of some sort,circling around the world we call our own, and literature...Literature is a compass;

all is deadbut for the mosquitoessingingtheir blood song

Of course he was there, a removed audience of my redemption songs from beyond the grave,the way Kafka and his father continued to shadow-box,long after they quit staring at each otherat the dinner table.