{"product_id":"imagine-africa-isbn-9780914671749","title":"Imagine Africa","description":"Through a collage of poems, essays, fiction, conversations, and visual art, \u003ci\u003eImagine Africa: Volume Three\u003c\/i\u003e brings together some of the most essential writers, artists, and thinkers of contemporary Africa. Including powerful photographs in color by Zanele Muholi, stills from the films of Jean-Pierre Bekolo, and works of fiction and poetry from nine languages, \u003ci\u003eImagine Africa: Volume Three\u003c\/i\u003e offers a glimpse into a kaleidoscopic and vibrant continent.\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003eThe series is published by Island Position, the literary imprint of the Pirogue Collective - the cultural expression of Senegal's Gorée Institute, which aims to celebrate the diverse voices and imaginations of the continent of Africa and its diaspora. The collective encourages vital dialogue between writers and visual artists from across Africa with those from other parts of the world. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSpanning across numerous languages, traditions, and media, \u003ci\u003eImagine Africa: Volume Three\u003c\/i\u003e brings together some of the most essential voices and visions of Africa today.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eContributors include:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e   • Hassan Hajjaj\u003cbr\u003e   • Reesom Haile\u003cbr\u003e   • Chika Unigwe\u003cbr\u003e   • Isaac O. Delano\u003cbr\u003e   • Kerry Bystrom\u003cbr\u003e   • Ungulani Ba Ka Khosa\u003cbr\u003e   • Breyten Breytenbach\u003cbr\u003e   • Hassan Ghedi Santur\u003cbr\u003e   • Alfred Schaffer\u003cbr\u003e   • Sanmao\u003cbr\u003e   • Tarek Eltayeb\u003cbr\u003e   • Diekoye Oyeyinka\u003cbr\u003e   • Jean-Pierre Bekolo\u003cbr\u003e   • Kenneth Harrow\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTranslators include:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e   • Nicole Ball\u003cbr\u003e   • David Ball\u003cbr\u003e   • Charles Cantalupo\u003cbr\u003e   • Akin Adesokan\u003cbr\u003e   • David Brookshaw\u003cbr\u003e   • Kai Krienke\u003cbr\u003e   • Sara C. Hanaburgh\u003cbr\u003e   • Michelle Hutchinson\u003cbr\u003e   • Mike Fu\u003cbr\u003e   • Kareem James Abu-Zeid\u003cbr\u003e   • Bhakti Shringarpure\u003cbr\u003e   • Abdourahmane Waberi\u003cbr\u003e   • Zanele Muholi\u003cbr\u003e   • Jean Senac\u003cbr\u003e   • Emmanuel Dongalahassan hajjaj\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003ePortraits 22, 86, 124, 142\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eabdourahmane waberi\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003eThe Divine Song (La Divine Chanson) 1\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Translated by david and nicole ball\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ereesom haile\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003eMy Washington Agenda ✣ Bitter and Cold ✣ Adam, You ✣ No Regrets 7\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Translated by charles cantalupo\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003echika unigwe\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003eHeart of Darkness 11\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eisaac o. delano\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003eThe Age of White Rulers (Aiye d’Aiye Oyinbo) 23\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Translated by akin adesokan\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ezanele muholi\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003e“Massa” and Minah 33\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ekerry bystrom\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003eEssay: Queer(y)ing Domestic Service 39\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eungulani ba ka khosa\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003eUalalapi 44\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Translated by david brookshaw\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ejean sénac\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003eSketch of a Total Body ✣ The Prince of Aquitaine ✣ The Fig Tree Laurels 59\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Translated by kai krienke\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eemmanuel dongala\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003eGroup Photo by the Riverside (Photo de groupe au bord du fleuve) 75\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Translated by sara c. hanaburgh\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ebreyten breytenbach\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003e“That Ship Has Flown\" ✣ Measures ✣ The Dance of the Stones\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003eThe T0-end ✣ The To-dead 87\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ehassan ghedi santur\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003eTell Me a Story 103\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ealfred schaffer\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003eMan Animal Thing 115\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003eDay(Dream) # 5,106 ✣ Shaka’s Brief Flirtation with Romance\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003e‘Self-portrait as 007’✣ Day(Dream) # 1,516 ✣ Day(Dream) # 1,516\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003eShaka Finally Finds The Love Of His Life\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Translated by michelle hutchinson\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003esanmao\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003eDesert Dining 123\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Translated by mike fu\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003etarek eltayeb\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003eA Hoopoe ✣ Stars ✣ Birth 131\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Translated by kareem james abu-zeid\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ediekoye oyeyinka\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003eStillborn 135\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ejean-pierre bekolo and kenneth harrow\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003eFilmmakers at the frontlines: A conversation 143\u003c\/b\u003e\"The anthology sings with gorgeous visual imagery [and] rings with cries for freedom... Mention must also be made of the brightness of the translations; how their precision highlights and uplifts the poet's vision... The choice to display translations side by side with the original work subverts the expectations of the English-speaking reader, who is so often unused to seeing other languages displayed equally alongside English. This is a truly international book. A stunning collaborative work, which is highly recommended to anyone with an interest in Africa, art, politics, or humans.\" \u003cb\u003e- Zozi, Cadaverine Magazine (for \u003ci\u003eImagine Africa: Volume Two\u003c\/i\u003e)\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"The Imagine Africa books are brilliant compilations of essays, poems, short stories, and photography.\" \u003cb\u003e- Brooks Goddard, Boston University\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Muholi's work is politically potent, capable of communicating on multiple frequencies simultaneously, confronting the audience's preconceived notions of gender binaries, class, sexuality and race.\" \u003cb\u003e- Jenna Wortham, \u003ci\u003eThe New York Times Magazine\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003eFiction by Abdourahmane Waberi, Chika Unigwe, Isaac O. Delano, Ungulani Ba Ka Khosa, Emmanuel Dongala, Hassan Ghedi Santur, Sanmao, and Diekoye Oyeyinka. Poetry by Reesom Haile, Jean Sénac, Alfred Schaffer, Breyten Breytenbach, and Tarek Eltayeb. Photography by Hassan Hajjaj and Zanele Muholi, with an essay by Kerry Bystrom. A conversation between film director Jean-Pierre Bekolo and Kenneth Harrow.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTranslators: David and Nicole Ball, Charles Cantalupo, Akin Adesokan, David Brookshaw, Kai Krienke, Sara C. Hanaburgh, Michelle Hutchinson, Mike Fu, and Kareem James Abu-Zeid.Abdourahman Waberi Translated from the French by david and nicole ball\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003eThe Divine Song\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003ci\u003ean excerpt\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e lily williams, Sammy’s grandmother,\u003cbr\u003e was lucky enough to have\u003cbr\u003e known his great-great-grandmother,\u003cbr\u003e who was born in Africa. She was a very\u003cbr\u003e beautiful woman. Tall, with her skin\u003cbr\u003e the color of night. She came into the\u003cbr\u003e world in the court of a great king. The\u003cbr\u003e old woman told the children that all\u003cbr\u003e the Blacks bought by the Whites did\u003cbr\u003e not become slaves. At the time, in this\u003cbr\u003e royal court, lit by six torches dipped in\u003cbr\u003e okoumé resin, salt was a precious product;\u003cbr\u003e her grandfather was in charge of\u003cbr\u003e lighting. She said that life was pleasant\u003cbr\u003e before the arrival of the soul-eaters. But\u003cbr\u003e little by little, all joy was extinguished.\u003cbr\u003e As soon as night fell, the villages were\u003cbr\u003e deserted. The soul-eaters would go out\u003cbr\u003e on the prowl, preceded by hyenas, jackals\u003cbr\u003e and vultures.\u003cbr\u003e All the Blacks did not become\u003cbr\u003e slaves, the old woman repeated for\u003cbr\u003e our innocent ears. Often captives\u003cbr\u003e would disappear during the voyage,\u003cbr\u003e definitively escaping from slavery.\u003cbr\u003e Vanished into thin air. They had special\u003cbr\u003e ways and fetishes that assured\u003cbr\u003e their access to the unknown by taking\u003cbr\u003e steep, dangerous paths.\u003cbr\u003e Growing up with my African parents\u003cbr\u003e was an incredible piece of luck, she\u003cbr\u003e would whisper, for from an early age, I\u003cbr\u003e had the opportunity to listen to many\u003cbr\u003e stories. In those days, said the old lady\u003cbr\u003e named Adelina, to be a good person\u003cbr\u003e you had to acquire supernatural powers\u003cbr\u003e in yout early adolescence. It was the\u003cbr\u003e duty of the grandparents to see their\u003cbr\u003e grandchildren reach adolescence before\u003cbr\u003e they could transmit to them the secrets\u003cbr\u003e surrounding the preparation of magic\u003cbr\u003e potions. Making fetishes and relics\u003cbr\u003e was practiced away from the visible\u003cbr\u003e world, in the depths of the forest. And\u003cbr\u003e the Blacks of the Coast who were the\u003cbr\u003e Whites’ allies were extremely interested\u003cbr\u003e in supernatural powers. It made their\u003cbr\u003e mouth water. Attracted by the smell of\u003cbr\u003e blood, they threw themselves into the\u003cbr\u003e search for fetishes, walking back and\u003cbr\u003e forth over the deepest reaches of the\u003cbr\u003e land, killing everything in their path.\u003cbr\u003e But the men of the forest were adept at\u003cbr\u003e using the cutlass. Nothing could resist\u003cbr\u003e them, not even an assault by a herd of\u003cbr\u003e water-buffalo. If by chance they were\u003cbr\u003e captured by the courtiers of the coast,\u003cbr\u003e tied up and ready to be delivered to the\u003cbr\u003e Whites, all the men of the forest needed\u003cbr\u003e was a password for their bonds to be\u003cbr\u003e sundered immediately. They fled. Once,\u003cbr\u003e twice, ten times. But unfortunately\u003cbr\u003e for them, the men of the forest could\u003cbr\u003e not all get very far because the Whites\u003cbr\u003e would kill them with their long rifles.\u003cbr\u003e Others would panic and say to themselves:\u003cbr\u003e “We must stay calm because the\u003cbr\u003e stick in the hands of the White man can\u003cbr\u003e kill an elephant.” This, said my grandmother’s\u003cbr\u003e grandmother, named Adelina\u003cbr\u003e in honor of a Spanish nun, is how\u003cbr\u003e they carried off the men of the forest,\u003cbr\u003e defeated by the fetishes of the Whites.\u003cbr\u003e The ones who fled would plunge\u003cbr\u003e deep into the forest, hiding in the\u003cbr\u003e Mbelet and Mamfumbi mountains,\u003cbr\u003e searching for new fetishes. The results\u003cbr\u003e did not always measure up. My\u003cbr\u003e grandmother Adelina’s grandmother\u003cbr\u003e had heard that the powers of some\u003cbr\u003e fetish-makers would only awake on\u003cbr\u003e moonless nights. The Whites would\u003cbr\u003e hear the far-off growls of the panther\u003cbr\u003e that protected the Ouidah court and\u003cbr\u003e at the exact same time, the carcass of\u003cbr\u003e a slave would begin to jerk around at\u003cbr\u003e the bottom of the hold. Frightened,\u003cbr\u003e the Whites said to themselves:\u003cbr\u003e “Look at him! His eyes are coming\u003cbr\u003e out of their sockets. He has the hair\u003cbr\u003e of a panther. What can we do? He’s in\u003cbr\u003e a trance.” Without delay, the Whites\u003cbr\u003e would throw him overboard. On\u003cbr\u003e contact with the water, the spirits\u003cbr\u003e would free his fleshly envelope and\u003cbr\u003e leave. And the slave, or, more exactly,\u003cbr\u003e his mortal coil, would die of drowning\u003cbr\u003e out at sea. While his ethereal part,\u003cbr\u003e eternally renewed, would return to\u003cbr\u003e the forest just like that, at the snap\u003cbr\u003e of a finger. That is what was told\u003cbr\u003e to me by the grandmother of my\u003cbr\u003e grandmother named Adelina in honor\u003cbr\u003e of a Spanish nun who came to the\u003cbr\u003e assistance of the Blacks of Florida.\u003cbr\u003e And that’s what I myself told my little\u003cbr\u003e Sammy, baptized Sammy in honor\u003cbr\u003e of an ancestor whose face was all\u003cbr\u003e spotted with red freckles as if he had\u003cbr\u003e come out of an inferno. This black redheaded\u003cbr\u003e ancestor had known the Spanish\u003cbr\u003e nun. His name was Samuel, too.\u003cbr\u003e Lilly was not an ordinary woman.\u003cbr\u003e She was a born storyteller. And like\u003cbr\u003e the teller of the seven truths, she\u003cbr\u003e would roll out her esoteric stories\u003cbr\u003e while keeping their codes and enigmas\u003cbr\u003e to herself. Once the story was\u003cbr\u003e over, she would pick up her bundle\u003cbr\u003e again, spring to her feet and return to\u003cbr\u003e her big stainless steel basins. To her\u003cbr\u003e sheets and the rest of the wash, for\u003cbr\u003e she fed her children and grandchildren\u003cbr\u003e by means of her soapsud-cover\u003cbr\u003e wrists. All one could do was wait\u003cbr\u003e for the next occasion. On summer\u003cbr\u003e evenings, there was no lack of\u003cbr\u003e spontaneous festivities. The grounds\u003cbr\u003e and backyard of the church were\u003cbr\u003e full to bursting. Weddings, baptisms,\u003cbr\u003e harvests, the arrival of new people in\u003cbr\u003e the neighborhood, any occasion was\u003cbr\u003e matter for celebration. Members of\u003cbr\u003e the family, neighbors, tenant farmers\u003cbr\u003e of surrounding towns, wandering\u003cbr\u003e singers, the parishioners and the passing\u003cbr\u003e pilgrims would all come together\u003cbr\u003e for interminable feasts followed by\u003cbr\u003e interminable dances and celebrations.\u003cbr\u003e The old woman’s stories were a\u003cbr\u003e revelation. 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