(pg 60) I think that this passage holds a lot of ideas, so I’ll try covering some. First of all, the old man he is talking about is, I think, the African person, proud of their origin and willing to fight. That’s because from the 19th century onward, civilization has experienced a massive industrialization, increasing the power of rich countries which were usually white. The wheels of the 20th century refers to the fast-paced, demoralized industrialization and the whites that come with technological advancements. The next sentence refers to ‘it’ which is a monster that ate the old man and it seems as this long and never ending snake that leaves just a stain of the African. This ‘it’ should be the rulers who changed decade after decade but never thought of the wellbeing of the black people. They managed to consume the morale and pride of the indigenous person. Apparently, indifference to one’s origin is also consuming Marechera’s peers and he tries to explain that in the following sentences. He seems to be tired with the violence and the lack of perspectives in the House of Hunger, but at the same time feels the need to disprove the people who accuse or think that he is ashamed to be black. I feel as a reader this sort of indifference that rots in the soul of not being able to feel a particular sense of belonging or hate (or love). In the next part, Marechera says: “The bulldozers have been and gone and where once our heroes danced there is nothing but a hideous stain. They stretched the wings of our race, stretched them out against the candle-flame.” which sounds like this nostalgic description of the greatness of African kin. There is no hatred, no anger right here, a splash of sad reminiscence. Marechera goes on to talk about the spiderwebs, thus confirming he’s a small man.