London
May 2008
It started with this picture of Ernesto Alfabeto Nhamuave.
I was working on my new documentary about Wole Soyinka. The
filming had taken us from South Africa to Nigeria and we had just landed in
London. At my host’s house, I came down for breakfast and the morning paper was
on the table. The unsightly image of a burning man greeted me. More grotesque
were the people around the man, laughing. I picked up the paper to find out
which part of the world this cruelty was being inflicted. I have never
recovered from that picture.
