Zulu Wedding by Dudu Busani-Dube – Bridge BooksDudu Busani-Dube is a publishing phenomenon. It rocketed to the number one spot at Exclusive Books within days of its release earlier this month. Instead of helping her, they were instantly hooked, and begged her to continue the story. She decided to self-publish, and after a few false starts, she began selling books from the boot of her car. Busani-Dube chatted to The JRB about her extraordinary publishing journey, her maverick approach to storytelling, her new book, and her plans for the Hlomu series. What was that story about? I was not known for doing homework and, also, I was the only one given the assignment in my class.
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The editor paid for the lunch as editors do. He lighted his seventh cigarette and leaned back. The conversation, which had zigzagged from the war to Zuloaga, and from Rasputin the Monk to the number of miles a Darrow would go on a gallon, narrowed down to the thin, straight line of business. But, until the ball is seen resting in the back of the net, it is as unwise to count a goal as it is to reckon chickens still in the shell. There was a youth behind the Foxenby posts with a muddy mark on the side of his face, and he at least knew no goal had been scored. Meanwhile, his father and mother moved to Atlanta, and lived there for several years. Uncle Remus moved with them, but he soon g
My uncle Phineas once said during on his rants-of-hate that all that land that was now called the Free State was the land of Mosheosheo. We have water, if they were smart they would have come to these lands. Lets see what happens to them when we closed our boarders as seal our rivers, lets see them drink those diamonds. He would say it as if it was something that would happen soon, something he was looking forward to. I did not understand who my uncle really hated, the white people whom he maintained had no right to breath African oxygen or humans in general, but i knew it was the Zulu people that he had a serious problem with. Double fare for taking a nap here. I been waiting for you to wake up.