Celine Dion, Mali and Black identity

I find myself walking down the dusty red path of Djoumanzana ; a “suburb” if you will, of Mali's capital city, Bamako. It's nighttime and the only light available is that of the occasional passing motorcycle and the glare from between dark bodies huddled around the television set outside of the local corner store : villagers gawking over the dubbed Latin-American soap operas. I continue down towards my residence, tired from the long day of working at Radio Kayira's rooftop garden. Across from (...)-Alizés, volume 3 numéro 3, mai 2010/ Afrique