Fulani Boys, Jos, Nigeria In The Early 90’s By Mike Blyth

Nelly Uchendu - Love Nwantinti (1977) Referred to as the “Golden Voice of Nigeria,” Nelly Uchendu was one of the few female singers in the Igbo high life genre.

Nelly burst upon the scene in 1977 with “Love Nwantinti,” a song based on the folklore of her native Enugu, and quickly followed that up with a number of hits like “Aka Bu Eze” and “Mamausa.”

Gerald Machona: Vabvakure (People from Far Away) (Zimbabwe)

Artist Statement: “Central to this body of work is my use of various decommissioned currencies as an aesthetic  material,” explains Machona, “in an attempt to link historic and contemporary trends of African diasporic migration on the continent. Most recently, the migration of Zimbabwean nationals into neighbouring SADC countries and abroad, following the country’s political and economic collapse. While South Africa hosts the largest population of these Zimbabwean nationals living in the diaspora, in May of 2008 they were amongst the foreign nationals persecuted by the xenophobic attacks. It was reported that people were targeted through a process of profiling that assumed authentic South Africans are lighter in complexion or fluent in an indigenous language; this resulted in 21 of the 62 casualties being local citizens. Such beliefs have complicated who is considered an ‘insider’ and ‘outsider’ in South African society. Pitting ‘native’ against ‘alien’ and perpetuating an exclusive sense of belonging that is reminiscent of apartheid doctrine. There is a growing need in the post-colony to deconstruct these notions of individual and collective identity, since ‘nations’, ‘nationalisms’ and ‘citizenry’ are no longer defined solely through indigeneity or autochthony.”

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Religion and its reflective properties

Angola’s Wikipedia Pirates Are Exposing the Problems With Digital Colonialism

Angolans have found a clever way to share files using Wikipedia Zero and Facebook’s Free Basics, but what happens to the existing Wikipedia community?

Fitting of my F.A.T.E larp outfit 2# for Henry-Pierre 

Vitra Design Museum, Basel, 2015. Making Africa - A continent of Contemporary Design.

Mort d’un jeune Guinéen dans le Port de Marseille

Image : La photo de l'américain John Stanmeyer qui a remporté le World Press Photo 2013 *

Depuis quelques jours le titre de ce terrible « fait divers » circule dans la presse et les réseaux sociaux liés aux questions de droit d'asile et d'immigration.

Après vingt-cinq jours de voyage en mer et arrivés à Marseille le 10 décembre, deux jeunes guinéens font une demande d'asile qui leur est refusée par la Police Aux Frontières avec notification de refus d'entrée sur le territoire. Les deux jeunes hommes sont immédiatement remis dans un bateau qui est censé les ramener à leur point de départ. C'est en tentant de s'échapper à la nage qu'un des deux meurt par noyade, à l'entrée du port de Marseille.

Je repense à ce passage dans Pour la paix perpétuelle d’Emmanuel Kant : « Hospitalité signifie le droit qu’à un étranger arrivant sur le territoire d’un autre de ne pas être traité en ennemi par ce dernier [...], le droit qui revient à tout être humain de se proposer comme membre d’une société, en vertu du droit à la commune possession de la surface de la Terre, laquelle, étant une sphère, ne permet pas aux hommes de se disperser à l’infini, mais les contraint à supporter malgré tout leur propre coexistence, personne, n’ayant plus qu’un autre le droit de se trouver en un endroit quelconque de la terre ».

Je repense à ce passage de L'Intrus de Jean-Luc Nancy : « L'intrus s'introduit de force, en tous cas sans droit ni sans avoir d'abord été admis. Il faut qu'il y ait de l'intrus dans l'étranger, sans quoi il perd son étrangeté. S'il a déjà droit d'entrée et de séjour, s'il est attendu et reçu sans que rien de lui reste hors d'attente ni hors d'accueil, il n'est plus l'intrus, mais il n'est plus, non plus, l'étranger. Aussi n'est-il ni logiquement recevable, ni éthiquement admissible, d'exclure toute intrusion dans la venue de l'étranger. […] Accueillir l'étranger, il faut bien que ce soit aussi éprouver son intrusion. »

Je repense à La Blessure, le film de Nicolas Klotz et Elisabeth Perceval qui ne nous épargne ni le non respect par la Police des droits élémentaires des demandeurs d’asile, ni la violence qui accompagne les reconduites, ni l’errance qui sera le sort de ceux qui pourront finalement rester.

Je repense à Abasse NDione et son roman Mbëkë mi. A l’assaut des vagues de l’Atlantique. témoignage de ceux qui ne veulent pas être la variable d’ajustement dans leur pays mais qui ce faisant endossent le statut de damnés de la terre.

Combien de films, de livres, d’images faudra-t-il encore produire pour rendre insupportable le fait de mourir pour avoir refusé l’assignation à la misère?

La photo de l'américain John Stanmeyer, illuminée uniquement par le clair de lune et les écrans de téléphones portables, a été prise en février 2013 sur une plage de Djibouti, lieu de transit des migrants en provenance de la Somalie, de l'Éthiopie ou de l'Érythrée. La photo de John Stanmeyer «est connectée à tant d'autres sujets: elle ouvre la discussion au sujet des technologies, de la mondialisation, des migrations, de la pauvreté, de l'aliénation, d'humanité», a déclaré un membre du jury, Jillian Edelstein.

chris marker alain resnais Statues Also Die (1963)

“I speak on behalf of the millions of human beings who are in ghettos because they have black skin or because they come from different cultures, and who enjoy status barely above that of an animal.

I suffer on behalf of the Indians who have been massacred, crushed, humiliated, and confined for centuries on reservations in order to prevent them from aspiring to any rights and to prevent them from enriching their culture through joyful union with other cultures, including the culture of the invader.

I cry out on behalf of those thrown out of work by a system that is structurally unjust and periodically unhinged, who are reduced to only glimpsing in life a reflection of the lives of the affluent.

I speak on behalf of women the world over, who suffer from a male-imposed system of exploitation. As far as we’re concerned, we are ready to welcome suggestions from anywhere in the world that enable us to achieve the total fulfillment of Burkinabè women. In exchange, we offer to share with all countries the positive experience we have begun, with women now present at every level of the state apparatus and social life in Burkina Faso. Women who struggle and who proclaim with us that the slave who is not able to take charge of his own revolt deserves no pity for his lot. This harbors illusions in the dubious generosity of a master pretending to set him free. Freedom can be won only through struggle, and we call on all our sisters of all races to go on the offensive to conquer their rights.

I speak on behalf of the mothers of our destitute countries who watch their children die of malaria or diarrhea, unaware that simple means to save them exist. The science of the multinationals does not offer them these means, preferring to invest in cosmetics laboratories and plastic surgery to satisfy the whims of a few women or men whose smart appearance is threatened by too many calories in their overly rich meals, the regularity of which would make you—or rather us from the Sahel—dizzy. We have decided to adopt and popularize these simple means, recommended by the WHO and UNICEF.

I speak, too, on behalf of the child. The child of a poor man who is hungry and who furtively eyes the accumulation of abundance in a store for the rich. The store protected by  a thick plate glass window. The window protected by impregnable shutters. The shutters guarded by a policeman with a helmet, gloves, and armed with a billy club. The policeman posted there by the father of another child, who will come and serve himself—or rather be served—because he offers guarantees of representing the capitalistic norms of the system, which he corresponds to.

I speak on behalf of artists—poets, painters, sculptors, musicians, and actors—good men who see their art prostituted by the alchemy of show-business tricks.

I cry out on behalf of journalists who are either reduced to silence or to lies in order to not suffer the harsh low of unemployment.

I protest on behalf of the athletes of the entire world whose muscles are exploited by political systems or by modern-day slave merchants.

My country is brimming with all the misfortunes of the people of the world, a painful synthesis of all humanity’s suffering, but also—and above all—of the promise of our struggles. This is why my heart beats naturally on behalf of the sick who anxiously scan the horizons of science monopolized by arms merchants.

My thoughts go out to all of those affected by the destruction of nature and to those 30 million who will die as they do each year, struck down by the formidable weapon of hunger. As a military man, I cannot forget the soldier who is obeying orders, his finger on the trigger, who knows the bullet being fired bears only the message of death.

Finally, it fills me with indignation to think of the Palestinians, who an inhuman humanity has decided to replace with another people—a people martyred only yesterday. I think of this valiant Palestinian people, that is, these shattered families wandering across the world in search of refuge. Courageous, determined, stoic, and untiring, the Palestinians remind every human conscience of the moral necessity and obligation to respect the rights of a people. Along with their Jewish brothers, they are anti-Zionist.

At the side of my brother soldiers of Iran and Iraq who are dying in a fratricidal and suicidal war, I wish also to feel close to my comrades of Nicaragua, whose harbors are mined, whose villages are bombed, and who, despite everything, face their destiny with courage and clear-headedness. I suffer with all those in Latin America who suffer from the stranglehold of imperialism.

I wish to stand on the side of the Afghan and Irish peoples, on the side of the peoples of Granada and East Timor, each of whom is searching for happiness based on their dignity and the laws of their own culture.

I protest on behalf of all those who vainly seek a forum in this world where they can make their voice heard and have it genuinely taken into consideration. Many have preceded me at this podium and others will follow. But only a few will make the decisions. Yet we are officially presented as being equals. Well, I am acting as spokesperson for all those who vainly see a forum in this world where they can make themselves heard. So yes, I wish to speak on behalf of all “those left behind,” for “I am human, nothing that is human is alien to me.”

Our revolution in Burkina Faso embraces misfortunes of all peoples. It also draws inspiration from all of man’s experiences since his first breath. We wish to be the heirs of all the world’s revolutions and all the liberation struggles of the peoples of the Third World. Our eyes are on the profound upheavals that have transformed the world. We draw the lessons of the American Revolution, the lessons of its victory over colonial domination and the consequences of that victory. We adopt as our own the affirmation of the Doctrine whereby Europeans must not intervene in American affairs, nor Americans in European affairs. Just as Monroe proclaimed “America to the Americans” in 1823, we echo this today by saying “Africa to the Africans,” “Burkina to the Burkinabè.”“

| Thomas Sankara

[excerpt from his speech at the United Nations General Assembly on October 4th, 1984]

Lauren Beukes mondialise la SF sud-africaine

Journaliste, illustratrice, critique, Lauren Beukes se fait un nom comme auteure de science-fiction en remportant le prestigieux prix Arthur C. Clarke du meilleur roman de science-fiction en 2011 avec Zoo City paru juste un an plus tôt. Comme elle le dit elle-même, Johannesburg, déjà construite dans l'imaginaire collectif comme la ville de tous les dangers aura servi le roman et c'est sa capacité à mélanger le fantastique et la réalité dans laquelle se côtoient usage des technologies et pratiques divinatoires, ségrégation et ultralibéralisme qui lui auront permis d'emporter la mise. Son succès vient directement en écho à un autre phénomène planétaire : District 9 (2009) du sud-africain Neill Blomkamp mondialisant ainsi la SF sud-africaine.

C'est à Paris en avril dernier où elle était de passage afin de promouvoir sont troisième roman que nous l'avons rencontrée. Lauren Beukes revient sur les raisons qui font de l'Afrique du Sud la figure de proue de la SF africaine. Sur la capacité des auteurs à mettre en jeu l'histoire si spécifique de ce pays, les spectres du passé et ses réminiscences.

Oulimata Gueye