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<title>How to Write about Africa</title>
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<p><em>Always use the word 'Africa' or 'Darkness' or 'Safari' in your title. Subtitles may include the words 'Zanzibar', 'Masai', 'Zulu', 'Zambezi', 'Congo', 'Nile', 'Big', 'Sky', 'Shadow', 'Drum', 'Sun' or 'Bygone'. Also useful are words such as 'Guerrillas', 'Timeless', 'Primordial' and 'Tribal'. Note that 'People' means Africans who are not black, while 'The People' means black Africans.</em></p>

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<title>Letter From</title>
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<h2><strong>Nairobi, Kenya</strong></h2>
<p><em>In the year 2000 I landed home, for my mother’s funeral, and found myself in the small steamy ofﬁce of some security ofﬁcial at Mombasa airport. I did not have a yellow fever certiﬁcate. A group of red-eyed bureaucrats had cornered me as I picked up my luggage. I tried to plead, using my mother’s death, patriotism, Kiswahili, hand-wringing. </em>Ah bana, please<em>, I said, head tilting sideways, </em>Boss<em>, </em>Chief<em>, </em>Mkubwa<em>, </em>Mzee<em>, </em>Mamsap<em>, </em>Sir<em>: but there was no yield. A long shabby man just stared at me, smiling. So I reached into my pocket and gave him one hundred dollars. Then I walked away, leaving them smirking behind me.</em></p>

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<pubDate>Mon, 1 Jan 1990 01:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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