Hello friends, I am back again, finally, after more than 5 months of a forced absence. Thank you to those who have taken news! don’t worry, my prolonged absence is not due to a lack of inspiration, of topics to share with you, or a breakdown of our Sankofa, it was really a much more prosaic reason, simply professional. One must pay the bills, right? 😊…

Unfortunately, I’m sure we lost some faithful listeners along the way, but new ones joined us! I want to welcome them all. Many of you have asked me, where I went, I have been asked, is there no internet at that new place? is it so hidden? in which country? I replied jokingly many times, that I went to Fashoda! That response usually led to a bit of silence… Fashoda, is today just a lost town in the Republic of South Sudan, on the banks of the Nile. Although the name doesn’t speak to you, that place nevertheless holds an important place in the colonial, and even postcolonial imagination, to the point of having given its name to a French “complex” of inferiority towards the English, if not the Anglo-Saxons. I’m talking about the so-called “Fashoda Complex”.