Africa Now
There is something distinctly unreal about Africa in the way the continent was portrayed in TV shows I used to watch as a child and keep repeating themselves in my day as if I migrated to the foreign places whose names I only knew via the world Atlas. Somehow we figured that becoming other people, inheriting their culture and beliefs were the best way to measure progress. I often wonder at the difference between Johannesburg and downtown Brooklyn, or if a stranger can decipher our values by reading our magazines or watching our television programmes.
