My African cliche of today is a challenge on some of your books, prof. Your novel title "Letter to Jimmy" dedicated in 2007 to the American writer James Baldwin, and then your translation from English to French, of the book "Beasts of no nation " written by the young prodigy of Nigerian-American literature, Uzodinma Iweala

These 2 works where you made the link between what I would call "the two types of blacks, not two nuances of black, but the two ways to be black in the eyes of the West/ 

first, the black, American, thats the cool black, who can say without fear of being ogled "I do not speak French well" And then, the other black, black African, a bit basic as black, who tries to speak academic French, but stands no chance to actually being reconized for it.

 So here is the challenge for you, you who disserted about the " black Parisian " , could you tell me, Is a black person different whether he lives like you in Santa Monica, or in Asmara or anywhere else in Africa ? how exactly is it different? What about you, dear listeners, what do you say? What are your own clichés on French-speaking African literature? See you tomorrow for new adventures  onboard the Sankofa.