Du barbelé, du béton, des caméras de surveillance, des détecteurs de mouvements, des cylindres d’acier épais et haut de 8 mètres. Le tout...

When I started posting papers on this blog, many of my friends asked me why I always talk about Black African gays. Why do I underline...

Things are getting better, thank God. I wondered we barely talked about African migrants who still die, trying to cross the Mediterranean...

My country peopo! A few weeks ago, I travelled to Benin. Over there, the sky has no colour, the beauty is the beach, fresh wind whirls,...

Now it’s quiet. Silence. Muffled noises of the electronic in my kitchen. Silence. I miss that special feeling of clapping my hands in...