Berlin

Perhaps, the words “ghost town” may not appropriately convey the impression of Bischofswerda. But I can think of no better words. No, it is not in the sense of your goose-bumps-on-your-skin or creepy-crawly-feeling-up-your-spine kind of place. more ...

Incredible! How easily Femi Kuti whips his audience into a trance-like kind of frenzy! Give it to the scion of the late Afro-beat maestro Fela Anikulapo-Kuti: he’s a first-rate entertainer. And he knows it. more ...

Halloween Night! Evil is obviously afoot tonight. Is this one of its countless minions? Maybe. They may come in different forms but draw from the same homogeneous power-centres. more ...

One of the girls – maybe two or even more – at the next table bleary-eyes me. And I stare blankly in their general direction before turning my gaze away to nothing in particular. With exception of the reception room of the Nigerian Embassy, I don’t suppose I have ever seen as many black people in one place anywhere else since my arrival less than two weeks ago in Berlin. more ...

They are images – both still and motion – from out of Africa, alright. But they are above all works by 11 African photographers, which are not only based on the African environment but also on its perspectives. more ...

Nesrin Sefer offered me his patented Cheshire Cat grin. That was his way of saying that he was happy to see me again. Of course, it was accompanied by a torrent of not-so-intelligible German words. more ...