Harry had been about eight when three burly high school kids had followed him home, threatening to 'depants that little nerd.'

He was on his first vacation in ten years and he figured he had it coming to him.

Yet still lost in the sauce. I had no clue who I was and how I wanted to be loved. That was the triggering moment when I felt that something had to change. I still did not know who I was and what I wanted.

If “Afropessimism” is not to take hold, African nations still mired in autocracy, bureaucracy, and corruption must begin to democratize their political systems.