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“Tanaka Chidora writes with the nerve and verve of firework displays in these poems. There is �a peace armed to the teeth� here, and over there �words are just fugitives scuttling away from the recognition of the reader.� Through this burst of iron vocabulary discipline, the poet suggests that even if sadness could be all we are left with, we still need to give sadness a try until it becomes beautiful, because sadness has always been beautiful, anyway.” – Memory Chirere, University of Zimbabwe