African Dusk
In the twilight of being a black African (i will be a black American after 2:00 pm, December 19), I’m trying to see the meaning, the essence of my black African experience. I think it has two parts: one is represented by a Cape Town-based journal called Chimurenga, which scandalized the African book world with this image:
This part of my black African experience will certainly be missed; a black Africa that is on the edge, that is bold, that is ready for the world.
Over here is the Africa I will try my best to forget (if I’m not mistaken, the image comes from Tanzania):
That part of Africa almost drove me mad.
I don't often find myself agreeing with Mudede's critical observations, but I will say this. He knows ass.