Today I was going over some old magazines and I came across a photo of a woman pounding something in a mortar while a baby dangled from one of her breasts at a very odd angle. The subject of the photograph looked utterly bored, but the image took me a short way down memory lane. Back when I was a semi-serious journalist with a social conscience, I came to the point when I started to care about how Africa was portrayed in the international media. There was a period when the poster child of Africa was the skeletal fly-ridden baby, too weak to cry or shoo away the vultures hovering in the...
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