When sleepless I often find myself browsing through time and space, moving from Johannesburg’s CBD to Ouagadougou’s boulangeries and back to Maputo’s fish market, watching the streets in Accra, Bamako and Cairo. Over at City One Minutes they’re steadily building a kaleidoscopic library of city lives – each life divided into twenty-four one minute portraits, each depicting one hour of the day. Every film is an impression of the city in which the artist lives or happens to be. And it’s not only African cities. Addictive. And you can join.

Further Reading

Leapfrogging literacy?

In outsourcing the act of writing to machines trained on Western language and thought, we risk reinforcing the very hierarchies that decolonization sought to undo.

Repoliticizing a generation

Thirty-eight years after Thomas Sankara’s assassination, the struggle for justice and self-determination endures—from stalled archives and unfulfilled verdicts to new calls for pan-African renewal and a 21st-century anti-imperialist front.

Drip is temporary

The apparel brand Drip was meant to prove that South Africa’s townships could inspire global style. Instead, it revealed how easily black success stories are consumed and undone by the contradictions of neoliberal aspiration.

Energy for whom?

Behind the fanfare of the Africa Climate Summit, the East African Crude Oil Pipeline shows how neocolonial extraction still drives Africa’s energy future.