In Part Two, you’ll meet: a crime writer whose grandfather was a king—one who made a Western artist a priestess in the Ogun religion.
A white South African anti-apartheid activist whose sister was tried under the security laws—and introduced him to the work of Joanna Russ.
A Rastafarian from Zimbabwe whose experience of life under Mugabe has made him a free-market neo-liberal.
A South African rap/ jazz-rock star, illustrator, and author who models his look on the Wicked Witch of the West.
And I look at two or three books I consider to be stone cold masterpieces, just to answer the question why read African SF?