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Madagascar is not a movie, and Marie Kolo is making that clear

Madagascar is not a movie, and Marie Kolo is making that clear

“OUR national anthem is not, I like to move it,” declared Marie Kolo, her words echoing a deep-seated desire to uplift the true image of her country, a far cry from the animated jungles and dancing lemurs of Hollywood's creation. In the island nation, Kolo's name has become emblematic of climate activism, social entrepreneurship and ecofeminism. Her fight for years now has been for the identity of Madagascar and its people as part of the diverse and rich tapestry of Africa. "When I talk about my country, some people don't even know where it is," she lamented. "They ask if…
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Opera in Cape Town: critics trace how a colonial art form was reinvented as African

Opera in Cape Town: critics trace how a colonial art form was reinvented as African

MANY people thought that classical opera in South Africa – regarded as a Western, colonial art form that was the preserve of white people during apartheid – would die with democracy in 1994. Instead, the opposite happened. Black singers emerged as the new stars and the format of opera began to be Africanised for new audiences. Critics mapped this transformation as Cape Town established itself as a hotbed of the new opera. One such critic was Wayne Muller, who became an academic and wrote a PhD on the view of these changes. Now he has a book on the subject…
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‘Today it feels good to be an African’

‘Today it feels good to be an African’

THABO MBEKI I am an African.  I owe my being to the hills and the valleys, the mountains and the glades, the rivers, the deserts, the trees, the flowers, the seas and the ever-changing seasons that define the face of our native land.  My body has frozen in our frosts and in our latter day snows. It has thawed in the warmth of our sunshine and melted in the heat of the midday sun. The crack and the rumble of the summer thunders, lashed by startling lightening, have been a cause both of trembling and of hope.  The fragrances of…
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