“Hurt Into Poetry: On Poetry and Greece”By Stephanos Papadopoulos
"The King George lies on a busy road, opposite a small set of shops. As I come out the double doors, three young men wait for me at the bottom of the stairs.
‘Chess set, master?’ says one of them. ‘Very good price for you, my friend.’
‘Nice hippo, baas. Cheap, cheap.’
They’re hawking stone carvings, animals, knights, rooks and bishops. I keep moving. They follow with marketing ploys and titles of honour. I want to tell them I’m no one’s master, that there are no slaves in a free Zimbabwe. I keep quiet and they turn to other prey."
- We Are All Zimbabweans Now