Tendai Huchu
Tendai Huchu (born September 28, 1982), who also writes as T. L. Huchu is a Zimbabwean author.
Quotes
[edit]The Hairdresser of Harare (2010)
[edit]- It’s difficult to stop loving someone, even when they have done something that you once thought unforgivable. There isn’t an on off switch for love.
- Men don’t take rejection so well. It’s like they’re raised expecting that they can have whatever they want.
- I can only say that friendship should rise above man-made laws, which tend to be capricious by their very nature.
- To be dispensable is a woman's worst nightmare and I was beginning to live it.
- There's only one secret to being a successful hairdresser and I've never withheld it from anyone. Your client should leave the salon feeling like a white woman.
- I have told this to everyone who's ever asked me and what they all want to know is how d'you make someone feel like a white woman? The answer is simple, Whiteness is a state of mind.
- Something about the elderly altered the character of a place, civilized it, creating a bridge between past and present, a sense of continuity across generations.
- But if there's one thing I've learnt in the last few years, it's that everyone needs a story. That's all our lives amount to, nothing but stories that we hope will live on after we are gone.
- Such a strange and haunting debut! Attia's spellbinding sentences and wonderful characters draw you into a story unlike any other. This is an author to watch
- The thing is, every time I go back, I feel more and more like a stranger. The lingo's changed, the bearer notes have more zeros, the whole vibe, the way people do things is completely different.
- Farai, the mathematician, describes his experiences whenever he visits his girlfriend.
- They think we come from the jungle. They think we have kangaroo courts. They will say, 'How can you practice law here when you couldn't even preserve the rule of law in your own country?'
- The Magistrate mapped the city through the music he listened to, each song a landmark in the labyrinth of his mind.
- The Maestro often wondered if he was retreating into madness or finding solace in the silence of his books.
