The Man I've Hated

‘I imagined myself as the spirit that made sure the tassel did not break when they hung it on the ceiling or in a tree. I imagined myself holding onto the rope watching their necks break and bodies lifeless, far away where they could never hurt anyone ever again.’
 
A Zimbabwean woman takes readers on a journey through relationships with men from childhood to her adulthood. She interrogates the meaning of freedom and her place in the world through her experience of patriarchy in family, love and inescapable burdens of womanhood.