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Memory of Departure Memory of Departure by Abdulrazak Gurnah
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“There was so much that was not being said.”
Abdulrazak Gurnah, Memory of Departure
“Nairobi’s the best in Africa, you’ll see. Only you need to be a millionaire to enjoy it. And there are too many Indians.”
Abdulrazak Gurnah, Memory of Departure
“I tell you, this Africa. We’re savages”
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“As the years passed, we bore with rising desperation the betrayal of the promise of freedom.”
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“It is strange now to think that we could all live like that, absorbed with our resentments and hates.”
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“There is no God,’ I said, getting cocky.”
Abdulrazak Gurnah, Memory of Departure
“Nobody had told Imam Musa, but at twelve I also started some serious masturbating. God punished me for every stroke of my hand. In the end I gave up God and stopped listening to lying old scholars who could emphasise a point with one tensely outstretched forefinger while the other searched for a little boy’s anus. I started to play football instead.”
Abdulrazak Gurnah, Memory of Departure
“My mother was married to my father when she was sixteen. Her father was a lorry driver who also owned a shop in a small village near Jinja in Uganda. My father was in his twenties at the time and was known to be a troublemaker. My grandmother thought that a woman would cure him of his interest in anuses.”
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“I could only feel terror and loathing for the world they had brought me into.”
Abdulrazak Gurnah, Memory of Departure
“He hectored me about respect and obedience, when never in my life had I sought to challenge or thwart him. I lived in terror of him. Sometimes I cried as soon as I was in his presence. His cruelties were inflicted with such passion.”
Abdulrazak Gurnah, Memory of Departure
“girls sitting together and apart from us, reared into self-conscious anxiety in the presence of men”
Abdulrazak Gurnah, Memory of Departure
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