As the African Union celebrates its 50th anniversary, its position on the International Criminal Court (ICC) shows how little has changed from the bad old days when its members’ fondness for looking after each other at the expense of their people earned it the nickname the “Dictators’ Club.”
A grimy plaster cast covers Taqueen’s left leg from toe to hip and a bandage is wrapped around his right ankle. The slight 16-year-old has been in the male ward of a simple hospital in Sudan’s rebel-held Nuba Mountains for the past month, another victim of an indiscriminate aerial bombing campaign by Khartoum against rebel villages. Continue reading Solitary hospital struggles to treat Sudan’s civilian victims
Michael Soi is flecked with paint when I meet him at his studio, a high, rough-walled room in a converted warehouse in Nairobi’s industrial area. Stacked against walls and tables are his large acrylic on canvas paintings in flat, bright colours: buxom women with towering Afros, leering men in uniforms and suits, corrupt coppers, fat-cat politicians, pickpockets preying on bus queues.