I once encountered a novel in the African literature section of a London library. It was about an out-of-luck black Nigerian man, Furo Wariboko, who went to bed and woke up transformed into a white man. Nothing else about Furo changes (held the same undergraduate degree, spoke in Pidgin English and even retained a Black ass ), yet his social interactions in the vibrant city of Lagos improved overnight: from offers of high remunerating jobs to excessive deference towards him from his fellow Nigerians; all because of his newly-acquired skin colour. I remember sliding that novel back into the library’s bookshelf, thinking the synopsis around Furo’s life was outlandish even for a work of fiction. Not until I immersed myself into James McBride’s demure memoir, The Color of Water , in which the author unfurled the life-world of his mother, Ruchel Dwajra Zylska, did I realise that I’d been limited in my imagination to think back then that Furo’s story was outlandish, and that reality can,
The UK Labour Party’s new leader, Sir Keir Starmer, has the responsibility of returning the party to power whenever the next general elections is called. This is a Herculean task. A fighter knocked out cold, and only later slowly regained consciousness, would forever be wary of exposing their chin to take a clean punch. That fighter, filled with self-doubt, is the UK Labour Party Sir Starmer has inherited. And has to challenge a Boris Johnson-led Conservative government that triumphed convincingly in the last bout of winter elections with an 80-seat parliamentary majority. Many have said that had the UK Labour Party membership elected a wrong leader this past Saturday (and by wrong they mean Rebecca Long-Bailey), it would’ve been tantamount to reading out the great party’s obituary. And that Sir Starmer’s emergence as the new leader of Her Majesty’s Opposition party, thus leader of a government-in-waiting, marks the end of “far left” Corbynism. But is this true? Or better put: Doe