Dear Diaspora

Don’t be shocked that I have taken the liberty of declaring you the 55th country of Africa. Even though by rights you should be like the fifty eight or whatever, considering all those little bits and bobs in the ocean which we are not sure of. I hear tell of a place called Mayotte whose resident Africans are actually still French. I will believe it when I see it.

Until then, you get the fifty fifth place.

So brethren and sistren.

And because we are Africans and Africans don’t have nuclear families, I add, uncren, auntren, cousren, and children. Read more