On the Blackness of the Panther

‘In my wildest dreams, there is no king. I killed the king. The king is dead. All power to the people.’

Louisa Bertman

began to become African a little over twenty-five years ago. That was when I left Nigeria and moved to the US. I had been born in the US in the summer of 1975 and had been taken to Nigeria in the fall of the same year. For the next…