They called us “dot” on the map and nobody is quite sure where. Inside that “dot” were 700 lawyers, 500 physicians, 300 engineers,
8 million poets, 2 novelists of the first rank, and God only knows what else — about one third of all the black intellectuals in Africa.
Those intellectuals had once fanned out all over
veryone has a Nigeria, where they had been envied, lynched and massacred. So they retreated to their homeland, to the dot. The dot has now vanished.
Our silence doesn’t mean we have forgotten. We can never.