Things I Have Forgotten Before

Brick by brick Tanatsei Gambura dismantles walls of silence to show us the story behind the story: in a township room in 80s Harare a straße in Bonn an otherplace locked into grandmothers hips. Here we find lost brothers predatory officers the smiles of women on Fair & Lovely tubes the concomitance of personal and national cataclysms. We confront our collusion in collective forgetfulness and the painful but necessary process of rememory. Assured and inventive Gambura reminds us that words are tools for worldbuilding engineering language with startling grace. In my language the dead are welcomed into the home. But the word for home is also the word for sing so maybe invited into a song.