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Nimerudi tena!  
After a brief-- what? two months!-- retreat into my ordinary life, the allure of blogging has got me in its tiny clutches. Actually, two things stirred me from my slumber. First, Afroblog guru Ethan Zuckerman's treatise on the power of blogs, which I'm still digesting. And second, a cool-sounding public radio documentary on Mandela that's airing tonight (at least in the Bay Area):
Hear a rare recording of the 1964 trial that resulted in Mandela's life sentence; a visit between Mandela and his wife, Winnie, secretly recorded by a prison guard; pirate radio broadcasts from the African National Conference; audio from government propaganda films; and marching songs of guerrilla soldiers.
More on "Mandela: An Audio History."


Open Letters  
And so it continues. The soon-to-be retired Robert Mugabe is now trying to read his opponents' email.

Morning Funnies  
I'm sitting here listening to South African satirist Pieter Dirk-Uys on NPR's Fresh Air. You can hear it online, too. Listen, if only to hear him clarify the difference between Dame Edna Everage and Evita Bezuidenhout and his passionate, angry take on the AIDS crisis.


Head of the Class  
Thanks to its new free public education system, Kenya's oldest primary-school student is 84-year old Kimani Maruge:
Mr Maruge did not have the chance to go to school when he was younger because he took part in the Mau Mau rebellion against the British in the 1950s.

He said one of his main aims for starting school was to learn to count the money he expects to receive in compensation from the authorities for fighting against the British.

He says he also hopes to learn to read the Bible - because he does not trust the version he hears each week in church.

That's so cool. Yes, I'm a sucker for stuff like this.


Hard to Stomach  
Two interesting articles in yesterday's New York Times. The first, titled "When Real Food Isn't An Option", chronicles the extreme lengths people in extreme hunger will go to in order to put something-- anything-- in their stomachs. The piece seems to have been inspired by photos the paper ran a week or so ago of a Haitian woman baking "dirt cakes." Africa figures prominently in such tales of gastronomic desperation:
In Malawi, children stand on the roadsides selling skewers of roasted mice.

In Mozambique, when grasshoppers eat the crops, people turn the tables and eat them, calling the fishy-tasting bugs "flying shrimp."

In Liberia during the 1989 civil war, every animal in the national zoo was devoured but a one-eyed lion. Dogs and cats disappeared from the streets of the capital. But all that is, at least, fresh protein. During the siege of Kuito, Angola, in the early 1990's, Carlos Sicato, a World Food Program worker, described a man producing an old chair and promising his family, "If we don't die today, we can survive for four more." He soaked its leather for 15 hours to soften it and remove the tanning chemicals. Then, with boiling water, he made "lamb soup."

It's important not to blur the distinction between truly desperate measures and local cuisine here. For instance, eating a chair is desperate; eating grasshoppers is tradition. Not everyone who eats bugs or rodents or what we consider cute house pets is doing it because it's keeping them from starving. As the article concludes:
And the dirt biscuits of Haiti - called "argile," meaning clay, or "terre," meaning earth - are not exactly a final cri de coeur against starvation.

Like the mice in Malawi, they are a staple of the very poor, somewhere between a snack and a desperation measure.

But there's no denying that hunger will drive people to eat things that never should be food. I'm reminded of my former students in Namibia. While they received three meals a day (mostly maize porridge with sauce and a little meat for dinner), they were often hungry, as active kids on a low-protein diet would be. I often had to reprimand them for swiping my colored chalk, which they insisted had flavors that corresponded with the color. Paper was also a popular substitue for gum. Their acquired taste for school supplies was partly due to youthful adventurousness and partly due to real hunger.

In another article, Somini Sengupta looks at the real challenge behind defusing West Africa's wars-- finding jobs for the young gunmen.

No one even knows how many of the 55,000 disarmed ex-gunmen have found other ways of making a living. Late last year, one child soldier from Sierra Leone recalled how he took the $150 in cash and was trained as a carpenter, only to find himself jobless and hungry a few months later. He wound up seduced by a warlord's cash, picking up a Kalashnikov and going to fight again, next door in Liberia.

That same choice will sooner or later confront the thousands of young people being demobilized in Liberia now. The challenge for the United Nations is to engender a stable and prosperous peace, and not just a breather between wars, aid workers and analysts say.

Both these stories, read together, present a sad portrait of what hopeless people do to survive. Eating a chair or sticking a gun in someone's face for your next meal-- which would you choose?

No Comment  
The latest outburst by Robert Mugabe is a classic: he accuses Desmond Tutu of being "an angry, evil and embittered little bishop".


Free at Last  
A woman from the DR Congo was just awarded asyluym in the U.S. after three years in prison. Her husband already had U.S. residency and she that if she returned home, she'd be imprisoned and tortured by the government. But Homeland Security insisted she had no reason to be granted asylym. Another example of the twisted logic of post-9/11 immigration policy at work. The Philadelphia Inquirer has the full story (registration required).

The Company We Keep  
Victor Bout, who sold arms to Charles Taylor, Jonas Savimbi and Mobutu, has turned up in Iraq. But while the notorious merchant of death is wanted in Africa, he has some poweful patrons and protectors in his new zone of operations: the U.S. and Britain. This report has more on our newest partner in "rebuilding" Iraq:
Today the United States and Britain are using his extensive mercenary services in Iraq. The condemnation of his role in the diamond wars and other conflicts in sub-Saharan Africa over the past ten years is being silently erased.

The Tajikstan-born Bout would be an embarrassing ally to acknowledge publicly. But the coalition partners are showing him exceptional favours as he does some of their job for them.

The UN Security Council drafted a resolution in March to freeze the assets of mercenaries and weapons dealers who backed ousted Liberian dictator Charles Taylor. Bout should top that list, French diplomatic sources say. But the diplomats and UN sources say the United States has been working to keep Bout off that list.

U.S. officials have indicated unofficially that the reason is that Bout is useful in Iraq, the sources told IPS.

One of Bout's many companies is providing logistical support to U.S. forces in Iraq, well-placed French diplomatic sources say. His private airline British Gulf is supplying goods to the occupation forces, they say.

For more, check out the PBS program "Frontline WORLD"'s website on illegal gun running to Sierra Leone and Bout's role in it.

Pink Slip  
A few days ago, Robert Mugabe said he might someday retire. Now comes this open letter to the dallying despot.
Letter From The People Of Zimbabwe
Dear Mr Mugabe,

Please receive notice that the people of Zimbabwe, your employers, hereby advise that your services are no longer required and therefore give immediate notice of termination of your employment. Please relinquish your post, vacate the offices of the people of Zimbabwe, return your vehicles and such monies and material commodities as have been accrued by you during your term of office and vacate the residential premises provided by the tax paying public. The people of Zimbabwe are not compelled to give reasons for the termination of your employment, however, given the serious nature of the breech of conditions of your employment, the following serves to explain this decision, whereafter no further debate will be entered into.

The people, the sovereign guardians of democracy in Zimbabwe, deem you guilty of flagrantly disregarding the foundations of freedom; justice and peace in their country; disregarding their inherent dignity, equal and inalienable rights and their security. You show absolute condescension for respect for human rights, resulting in barbarous acts injuring the helpless, maiming the innocent and outraging the consciences of a peace-loving nation. You deny the country the right to enjoy freedom of speech, the right to believe and the right to freedom from fear.

You invoke heinous acts that repudiate all Zimbabweans the right to reject your tyranny and oppression and you deny the people their rights to be protected by the rule of law. The people of Zimbabwe reaffirm their faith in fundamental human rights, in the dignity and worth of their fellow people and the determination they have to promote social and economic progress and better standards of their lives freely, but you deliberately strive to unequivocally destroy all. [...]

To avoid any further unnecessary national and international steps being instituted against you in the interest of Zimbabwe's future and stability in the region, please receive this notice with the responsible graciousness you profess to practice.

Yours faithfully,
The people of Zimbabwe

cc : The People of Zimbabwe and the International Community

In other words, "You can't quit-- you're fired!" If only it were so easy.


Will to Succeed  
If you've been following Namibian news, you know that there is a behind-the-scenes in the SWAPO party over who will succeed Sam Nujoma. That there is the possibility of a political succession in Namibia is a positive development. But there are many kinds of power hand-offs. For instance, in South Africa, Mandela effectively ceded all of his power to Thabo Mbeki, while setting the stage for continued ANC dominance. In Namibia, it looks like Nujoma will still remain an active, if unofficial, player in national politics. An interesting column in The Namibian explores this process and where it could lead in more detail:
Students of leadership politics would note that the succession pattern in Swapo is very similar to the one employed successfully in China under Deng Xiaoping to Jiang Xemin and in recent years to Hu Jintao. [...]

When political leaders retire, they think about their legacies and how they want to be remembered.

In that sense, leaders like Sam Nujoma do not retire from leadership, they simply move from the 'first line' to the 'second line' of leadership.

In the process of choosing their own successors, they simply want to avoid a political Frankenstein who would launch an attack on their legacies.

The presidency of the country presents 'first line leadership' and the party presidency will be the 'second line' for President Sam Nujoma.

This reminds me of the line about there being no second acts in American politics. Clearly this doesn't apply to Namibia.

If you haven't been following this story, Africa Confidential has a handy guide to the horse race:

Foreign Minister Hidipo Hamutenya remains the front-runner in an increasingly close and bitter contest to choose the next leader of the governing South West Africa People's Organisation (SWAPO). The winner, who has to get a majority of votes from the 600 party delegates at an extraordinary party congress on 28-29 May, will almost certainly be Namibia's next President. A strong campaign for SWAPO Vice-President Hifikepunye Pohamba is under way, mainly because he is the incumbent President Sam Nujoma's candidate and Nujoma distrusts Hamutenya. Meanwhile, the third contender, Higher Education Minister Nahas Angula, who has sent postcards to delegates outlining his experience and philosophy, is running far more strongly than expected.


Speaking of...  
The other day, I found that Wouter "Dr. Death" Basson has been making the rounds as a public speaker. Chris at Isangqa wonders what P.W. DeKlerk will speak about when he comes to San Francisco in a couple of weeks:
The death squads that operated on his watch? The township wars that his security services fueled, even as he negotiated with Mandela and the ANC?
I heard P.W. on the Beeb a few weeks ago, and he remains unrepentant about these and other skeletons, while still taking his fair share of credit for ending apartheid.

The Suffering City  
There's a profile of Somali author Nuruddin Farah in the Times today. His new book, Links, is set in the beyond-Wild West setting that is contemporary Somalia:
"Links" takes place in modern-day Mogadishu. " 'Through me the way into the suffering city," Mr. Farah writes at the beginning of "Links," quoting Dante's "Inferno." " 'Through me the way to the eternal pain,/ Through me the way that runs among the lost.' "

Mogadishu was once beautiful, cosmopolitan, a trading center with the Arab world. "Orderly, clean, peaceable," he writes, "a city with integrity and a life of its own, a lovely metropolis with beaches, cafes, restaurants, late-night movies." Now it is a "city of death," taken over by armed, ghat-chewing teenagers.

Mr. Farah describes a city with no centralized government, postal service, public schools or telephone system. One character in "Links" has three phones, owned by subsidiaries of companies based in the United States, Norway and Malaysia. Men defecate in the streets. To travel safely requires armed bodyguards. Membership in a clan is no protection. Your own relatives will kill you if they want what you have.
Sounds like a libertarian's paradise. Well, at least the lack of public services and abundance of small arms.


Now I'm a Believer  
The Dave-Eggers affiliated mag The Believer has done some good features on Africa recently. Last month, they ran an interview with Chris Abani, author of Graceland. This month, there's a fascinating first-person history from Dawit Giorgis, the former international spokesman for the Ethiopian Marxist dictatorship known as the Derg. And Eggers continues his oral history of a Sudanese "lost boy." None of it's online (The Beliver is so quaintly old-fashioned, you know), so look for it at your local bookseller.


Retired Excuses  
Guess which African leader reportedly said the following:
I want to retire from politics. I have had enough. I am also a writer and would like to concentrate on writing after this term of office is over.... I don't think I will miss a successor. Out of 30 million people, there must be a capable person to take over after me and he will be the chosen one.
The answer: Robert Mugabe, who says he really really wants to quit and hand over the reins of power. In fact, he wants to retire so much that he's going to do it in four years. Well, maybe five if he has writer's block.


Dr. Death Takes a Holiday  
Tim Kingston has an interesting piece on ZNet on life in post-apartheid Western Cape. But what caught my eye was this:
The white community's conservatism is indicated by a speaking invitation from the Chamber of Commerce to Dr. Wouter Basson, better known as "Dr. Death" for allegedly masterminding a chemical and poison warfare campaign against Anti Apartheid Activists.
Why anyone would invite Basson to speak to them (unless they're unreconstructed racists) is beyond me. This is like inviting Dr. Mengele to give a talk in Buenos Aires, circa 1957. Wonder what Basson's speaking fee is.

Brenda Fassie, R.I.P.  
South African pop diva Brenda Fassie died a few days ago. She was 39. I wasn't a real fan, but liked her songs, from the breezy "Weekend Special" to the triumphant "Black President." The BBC article linked above gives a good sense of her volatile, self-destructive personality-- think Courtney Love. But the best piece on her is in Mark Gevisser's Portraits of Power, a decade-old yet still excellent collection of incisive profiles of South African movers and shakers. Worth getting if you can.


Ask Away  
The Beeb is collecting questions to pose to Sam Nujoma when it interviews him on the 21st. You can submit your queries here.

Update: Whoops, sorry. Nujoma's not taking questions anymore.

Your Farm, Please  
The Namibian government is politely forcing some white farmers to put their land up for sale. One of the farms has allegedly mistreated its workers, including six who are living in a riverbed after being fired and rehired by the farm manager, whom Nujoma has called a "criminal." Let's see what happens next.


French Lessons  
The New York Times' recent man in Africa, Howard French, has come out with a memoir, A Continent for the Taking. reviews the book positively, saying that it balances harsh realities with hope, and criticism of Western involvement with a recognition that African governments must do more for their people:
French's book does feature massacres, illness, violent elections and other African cliches in significant volume. But unlike many of those who have written comparable volumes, he has made common cause with Africa's people, rather than seeing them, from afar, as unfortunate victims.

In what now seems like another time, Frantz Fanon, Walter Rodney and similar voices dominated the discourse on Africa with their uncompromising message about who was responsible for Africa's predicament. French is certainly in their camp. But I think he would also endorse a new mantra that is as important for these times as was the challenge to colonialism in theirs.

Africa's most impressive thinkers today argue that Africans have to take responsibility for our own experience and, above all, that we are up to that task. Such a self-confident approach implies an ability to own one's faults rather than blaming others.

The new determination in Africa to bring change to the continent is not contradicted by French's conviction that the international community can serve Africa better. On the contrary, the possibility that the two views may combine should give readers new hope for the future.

Funny Money  
The Afrikaner enclave of Orania has a bright idea-- it's created its own currency that can only be used in the town. Kind of like Chuck E. Cheese skee-ball tokens, but with a nasty racial edge...

Black is Bountiful
Interesting story on Salon about South African "buppies" and Jo'burg's first black-owned BMW dealership. South Africa reportedly has the fastest-growing middle class in the world. But that doesn't mean the rising tide is lifting all boats.


Worth Being Pissed Off Over?
This is weird-- Brussel's famous statue/fountain, the Mannekin Pis, has been dressed up as Nelson Mandela. It's supposed to be a tribute to South African democracy, but seems a bit odd to me. Photo here.


All Together Now
As zablogger rightly notes, South Africa has "the best national anthem in the world." But not everyone knows the words to "Nkosi Sikelel' iAfrika" yet. I've heard and/or hummed along to it dozens of times, and even have a cheesy tourist mug on my desk with the lyrics, and I can't get past the first verse. But I'm an American (and yes, I do know all the words to the oft-mangled "Star-Spangled Banner.") There's a campaign to get verse-averse South Africans up to speed.

Step in the Right Direction
Namibian president Sam Nujoma says he will step down when his third term comes to an end. Really. Maybe. Let's hope so. Considering what might be called Nujoma's grudging acceptance of the responsibilties (and in this case, concessions) of being the head of a democracy, such an action would help move Namibia in the right direction. No presidents for life, please!