

“In a village called Tsolobeng over the Tina river there is an empty house built upon the bones of a queen Mamorena they called her She birthed six kings one died on her back”
~ The Pregnant Tree in Our Village, Qhali
“Such is the deft weave-work of Qhali . . . It’s an intricate tapestry in which language braids to the body, disappearing for a time into silence during its violation, emerging anew to demand witness, to brazenly detail every image of the grotesque, and finally to return to the land.”
~ Safia Elhillo, from the preface
