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Frantz Fanon’s Uneven Ribs

For me knowledge is very powerful. Any knowledge has claws and teeth. If you don’t see the teeth and the claws then it is useless, then somebody has emasculated it.

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POETS WITH GUNS: A CONVERSATION WITH CHIRIKURE CHIRIKURE

Chirikure Chirikure means “that which is far is very far.” He is […]

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HIKIMA – a letter from Zaria

She eyed me. A thing wet around her eyes, like water from the evening rain. Lateef, she said, an incurable emphasis on both syllables: Lah-teef.

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Search Sweet Country

In his first novel, and in conversation with Binyavanga Wainaina, Kojo Laing talks to a future Ghana by exposing its present, full of the jargons and certainties of one dimensional nation building.

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IN THE DEN OF THE ALCHEMIST

Which “they”? Which “one”? What “secrets” are you talking about? Oh! Come on! Cinema taught us long ago that there is always a secret in a laboratory and that evil-minded people are planning to get hold of it.

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Searching for Rotimi- A Letter From London

Rotimi Fani-Kayode died 29 years ago (21 December 1989), in exile, after […]

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The Agronomist

He decided, I’m going to find a way in which I’m going to stop hunger because it’s this that turns us into slaves dependent on our masters, it’s this that decimates communities…

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“We should take out that word ‘national’ and reconstruct that word ‘theatre’….

Perfect, perfect, you have solved the problem for me, we have deconstructed the idea of National Theatre. We have taken the national and thrown it in the dust bin.

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Crossroads Republic

The Nigerian superstar bandleader Fela Anikulapo-Kuti hosted a covert summit meeting in the summer of 1977.

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The Pharaoh’s New Clothes

Its location, vocation, and publication intended to speak to a politicised Third World imaginary.

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Chimurenga 1 (Published – April 2002)

“Music Is The Weapon” “…The struggle of black people inevitably appear in […]

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Installations

The Library recognises people as knowledge and memory as the art of […]

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Who Killed Kabila

On January 16, 2001, in the middle of the day, shots are […]

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Lower Frequencies

Africa has a long history of comic production that span multiple forms […]

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New Cartographies

Since its launch in 2011, every edition of The Chronic has engaged with this question:  […]

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Panafest

From January 15 to February 12 1977, thousands of artists, writers, musicians, […]

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Research

The Chimurenga Library focuses on how we forge communities, produce and circulate […]

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Who invented truth

Who invented that piece of nonsense called truth? Tired of truth, I am. And metanarratives and more truth and post colonies. An intellectual world in which each paper rewrites its own perceptual framework; everybody is represented, nobody is real.

Sick, I am, of affirming stories about strong brown women; of being pounded into literary submission; patronised beyond humanity. I miss beginnings, middles and ends. Please bring back the myths and legends – even those ones about wise rabbits and wicked witches.

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A Day in the Life of Idi Amin

The hot dry breeze is lazy. It glides languorously collecting odd bits of paper, they tease the ground, threaten to take flight, tease the ground.

Every so often there is a gathering of force and a tiny tornado whips the paper into the air, swirls dust around, dogs lift their ears, tongues lolling, then burrow their faces between their forelegs as the wind collapses, exhausted.

Children are in school, long lines of spittle reaching their desks as they try to keep awake

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Discovering Home

Somebody has locked themselves in the toilet. The upstairs bathroom is locked and Frank has disappeared with the keys. There is a small riot at the door, as drunk women with smudged lipstick and crooked wigs bang on the door.

There is always that point at a party when people are too drunk to be having fun; when strange smelly people are asleep on your bed; when the good booze runs out and there is only Sedgwick’s Brown Sherry and a carton of sweet white wine;

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