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Canadian burden

The “Of Africa” symposium begins at the Royal Ontario Museum tonight with a keynote by Binyavanga Wainana.  The gathering is an attempt by the museum to finally move beyond its vile…..

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Sunday night on Twitter with Binyavanga Wainaina

We sometimes joke that often when we’re online the only other person who’s consistently awake and on Twitter (no matter where he is in the world) is Binyavanga Wainaina. It’s like, if you blink, you miss out on some pronouncement by him. Though he has been an active social media user for a while now, it was after he came out on January 18th, that he has gone into overdrive. And you can’t look away. No one else we know, talking about Africans and their relations to the West (not on Western terms), is in such blistering form right now. Take Sunday night when–from a hotel balcony in Dakar; he was in town to give a lecture–he just went in

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How to deal with reporters like Alex Preston

So journalist Alex Preston jetted into town from a posh Western capital. Alex Preston went to a Nigerian city of eerie silence, billowing clouds of dust, darkness and war. Alex…..

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Africa: where are your openly gay public figures?

Binyavanga Wainaina’s coming out last week was seen as a ‘bombshell’ by a wide range of media, including the New York Times, and Kenya’s Daily Nation. Certainly it was cheered by many, both publicly and privately, as courageous and timely. The question is: Will it inspire other prominent Africans to also come out of the closet? While Binyavanga’s welcome bombshell may change some attitudes, it won’t change enough. We will need many more prominent Africans to come out of the closet if we really want to see assumptions and prejudices of the homophobic majority start to shift and shatter.

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What will people say?

How does one come out when a global audience believes it knows the terrain of one’s life story—all the fissures and intimacies that there are to know—already? How does one tell of that thing which one held close—and tell it in a whisper to one’s mum, to one’s Baba—while letting go of that tight-fisted secrecy into the air for others to breathe in and take away as if it were theirs to own and consume? Here, on the Internet, a world will imagine that this whisper is an invitation to bring cars around the back to the back of the house, where carefully tended thickets camouflage things one did not, in fact, know how to reveal to the most beloved figures in one’s life. It will not be obvious to many that the thicket is still one’s own, that one simply said what should have been just known, not asked about, or inquired into with prurient inquisitiveness.