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Such a simple man he was! It was no chance but fate that threw him up. He was rough. He was impatient. He lived his whole life on the physical plane. He was easy to flatter. He was easy to provoke. When provoked he could kill.

Ousmane Sembène, by consensus the father of African cinema, was nearly 40 when he started making films. (He was 84 when he died on June 9th 2007 at his home in Dakar). By 1960, the year that Senegal, his native country, won its independence from France, he was already ...

Professor Ali Mani was a bigger than life personality. The campus was yet to fully recover from all the ramifications of his momentous visit and controversial lecture. When, bump, it went. It came so suddenly it left most people struggling for breath.

The deputy Vice Chancellor attempted a violent takeover of the university. This was beyond imagination. It was outrageous. The problem was most people had no idea what had hit them. 

The dalliance with the Strongman was bound to backfire.  Soon Ali Mani found himself on the run. For a while he taught at the University of Illinois. He worked hard. Churned out publications like crazy. Became a popular and a much sought-after speaker on the lecture circuit. Soon he moved on to an Ivy League college as head of the Institute of Globality. Ali Mani had arrived. But now he was on his way back to Africa.

It was there in the mating songs of the birds. It was there in the air you breathed. You felt lucky to be alive in the world. It was just the kind of night in which true love whispers. Call me! Just call my name.

On January 20, 2021, the world was treated to a powerful inauguration poem by a 22-year-old African American national youth poet laureate, Amanda Gorman. The poem was in stark contrast to ex-President Trump’s inspired insurrection on January 6, which, if successful, would have prevented the inauguration of President Joe Biden.

(Excerpts from a just published novel Strongman)

The military man that he was, his targets were carefully chosen. With him everything had a purpose. Once in what seemed like a random and stupid act, he had his men along with a bunch of journalists, proclaim and crown him King of Scotland. A carefully chosen tune played in the background, softly, very softly, but it was audible. As they placed the gold and crimson crown upon his head the police brass band struck up and played the tune out loud.