Les 54 pays

Ce texte s’inscrit dans le cadre de African Dialogues, une collection spéciale célébrant la Journée de l’Afrique à travers une exploration, par l’écriture, des pensées métaphysiques africaines, de la mémoire, de l’identité et des réalités contemporaines. Une conversation entre deux inconnus à propos des 54 pays. Marc : Alors, tu viens d’où ? Leyla :... Continue Reading →

The 54 countries

This piece is part of African Dialogues, a special Africa Day collection exploring African metaphysical thought, memory, identity, and contemporary realities through writing. A conversation between two strangers about 54 countries. Marc: So, where are you from? Leyla: I am from Africa. Marc: Oh wow, all the way from Africa. That is far away. Leyla:... Continue Reading →

CHEWING THE DARKNESS

This piece is part of African Dialogues, a special Africa Day collection exploring African metaphysical thought, memory, identity, and contemporary realities through writing. Set deep beneath the abandoned gold mines of Stilfontein in South Africa, Chewing the Darkness is a philosophical dialogue exploring extraction, memory, labor, and African metaphysics. Blending poetic language with political commentary,... Continue Reading →

Celle qui ajoutera son histoire

Ma fille, Mars est le mois de la femme. À ton époque, les choses pourraient évoluer pour elles, avec peut-être plus d’égalité, une meilleur représentation et plus d’opportunités. Ce ne sera toujours pas parfait, mais cela pourra aller dans le bon sens. Je veux que tu te souviennes que la lignée de celles qui t’ont... Continue Reading →

She Who Will Add Her Story

Dear daughter March is Women’s Month. In your time, things will be better for them, perhaps with more equality, more representation, and opportunities. It will still not be perfect, but it may be better. I want you to remember that the line of those who came before you believed their place would evolve. In their... Continue Reading →

My shadow and I

When her curved finger calls, I come a crawling.No way to resist, to desist,This unrelenting spell that pulls and wells,drowning me, unearthing me, carrying me,Over and under a treacherous tide. I am turned, tripped, thrashed,Taken to the darkest depths,Til I do not recognise myself anymore.My light, once crystalline and pure,A hollowed shell ravished by her... Continue Reading →

Young, African and Famous on Netflix: Luxury, Identity and a New African Narrative

Luxury, youth, entrepreneurship, friendship and drama in Africa on international screens, why not. On international screens these days, the narrative is shifting. Once in a while, a show emerges that replaces dusty roads, run-down buildings and war-torn areas with luxury cars, state-of-the-art buildings and African outfits with a flair of royalty. This shift, for international... Continue Reading →

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