Africa is not a country, though we persist in thinking of it as one. On maps and globes, this massive continent of a multitude of peoples, languages, and religions is disproportionately represented.

We are talking about a landmass the size of China, India, the United States PLUS much of Europe COMBINED.

In graduate school as a postcolonialist I learned about The Invention of Africa as a monolithic nation in the minds of white colonizers.

Crossroads: Coming of Age in Uganda is an important collection of essays that helps us experience and distinguish the experiences of Ugandan women. We need more titles like this.

Essays like “My Name” by Nakisanze Segawa help us explore modern day dilemmas confronting women in this traditional society.

What’s your favorite book set in Africa?