CRISPIN MUDIBANGU ATUNAKU ADUNAGOW, son of NGEMI MUTEKU and MARIE UDIMBILA, was born on August 9, 1943, in SUNGU (MASI-MANIMBA, KWILU) in the Democratic Republic of Congo (DRC).
HAPPY Valentine's Day to all our readers. This is probably the only day where bad weather means nothing - we're happy, and we're planning on getting lots of loving. Every February 14, across the United States and in other places around the world, candy, flowers and gifts are exchanged between loved ones, all in the name of St. Valentine. Here are some fun facts about valentine's day that you can tell your other significant ones and keep the day jolly.
Story by: Ejine Okoroafor (Part 6 of 6)
A few months later, we received the acknowledgement of our application from the immigration office. Towanda started visiting me frequently and making demands. She wanted a new phone, her car broke down and needed fixing, or she simply needed cash. She expected me to sort out her financial problems. That wasn’t part of our original plans but she threatened to write to the immigration or withdraw our application if I didn’t meet her needs. She grew more demanding with time. I struggled to cope with her demands, paying my bills and sending money home to Maryam and my folk.
Story by: Ejine Okoroafor (Part 5 of 6)
Maryam was uncharacteristically quiet when I told her before breaking into a sob, charging, ‘You will leave me, you will forget me.’
I couldn’t believe her. I loved her. I would never leave or hurt her. I assured her that if I managed to travel with the Chief that I would immediately send for her once I became settled. She was my soul mate. We were meant to be together and will be together. She was soon reassured and cheered up again.
Story by: Ejine Okoroafor (Part 4 of 6)
We continued to watch her as she hitched up her skirt and waded into the river, moving nearer to the marshes to scoop fresh water into her bucket. She started dragging the bucket filled with water back to the banks and I quickly rushed to help her raise and balance the bucket on her head.
Story by: Ejine Okoroafor (Part 3 of 6)
I was absolutely convinced that the shock of this squalid and sordid environ would have proved to be too rough on my gentle Maryam. I wouldn’t have endured exposing her to the constant sight of drunken men clutching alcoholic beverages half-disguised in brown paper bags while staggering precariously on the streets. Neither would I have liked her accosted by those darting glazed-eyed and shifty youths on the streets, begging for quarters that will surely go towards buying another joint to feed their addiction.
Story by: Ejine Okoroafor (Part 2 of 6)
I had used to dream of Maryam sitting in the car beside me on our way home from the airport, picturing the wonderment and joy in her voice. How thrilled she could have been and bursting into her peculiar hearty laughter at any and everything. She’d have detailed her flight to me in that unaffected manner of hers. It would have been her first time on air, travelling on a plane. She had a fear for heights and regularly marveled at the mystery and ability of planes flying up in the sky. It scared her somewhat, the idea of flying.
Story by: Ejine Okoroafor (Part 1 of 6)
‘Hello, hello. Gogo, are you there, can you hear me?’ I heard the worried voice of my brother, Ndudi, inquiring from the other end of the phone line. He feared our phone connection had dropped but nonetheless had continued to shout, ‘Gogo, hello, Gogo, hello, are you there?’
I heard him clearly but was unable to respond or assure him that I was still on the line and could hear him. I gripped the phone tightly, pressed to my right ear while trying to hang on to the conversation and maintain my balance at the same time. I was dizzy. My mind was muddled. I struggled to comprehend the dreadful news that he had just relayed to me. I felt dazed, transfixed with shock and unable to move or talk. My spirit seemed to have exited outside of my body, leaving me hollow.
The Count Down continues for the 2011 Miss Africa USA Pageant, a pageant like no other in the United States of America, celebrating African beauty. Miss Africa USA Pageant empowers young African girls as Goodwill Ambassadors and prepares them for leadership roles. African women are beautiful, bold, ambitious and very savvy but most of all they are intelligent.
Do not miss this golden opportunity to come out and experience the beauty of Africa and support a good cause. Each Delegate takes on a humanitarian platform and commits time and service to make a difference in our world today.
BIBI is dead; her body was found in the bushes yesterday.” Emeka, my husband had announced dispassionately after he got off the phone.
“Aha… …! I responded noncommittally without a flinch and cradled my frail little girl tighter to my chest.
You could have imagined by my impassionate response that he could have been announcing the weather or else we were the strangest or coldest couple that you know.
AFRICA IS FULL OF GREATNESS. I sometime believe that every African is extremely gifted, especially when it comes to Arts such as music, dancing, paintings, and writing. With so many blessed talents, it is very common that someone great passes us by without being noticed at all. That is one of the reason why ADUNAGOW Magazine exists; it showcases talented Africans living among us all as normal as anyone can be, yet inside they carry with them true raw talents, waiting to be unveiled.
Born in Benguela, Angola, to parents of Cape Verdean background, Lopes is a business management student in Great Britain, where she was crowned Miss Angola UK on October 8, 2010, the official representative of the Angolan community in the United Kingdom to the 2011 Miss Angola pageant.
The Iziko South African National Gallery, in association with Autograph ABP, presents the work of Ghanaian photographer James Barnor.
EVER YOUNG: JAMES BARNOR
Iziko South African National Gallery
7 September 2011 – 29 January 2012
The Iziko South African National Gallery, in association with Autograph ABP, presents local audiences with the opportunity to view, for the first time, the work of Ghanaian photographer James Barnor, studio portraitist, photojournalist and photographer for Drum magazine.
James Barnor’s archive was produced during a career spanning more than sixty years. It covers a remarkable period in history, bridging continents and photographic genres and creating a transatlantic narrative marked by his passionate interest in people and cultures. Through the medium of portraiture, Barnor’s photographs represent societies in transition: Ghana moving towards its independence and London becoming a cosmopolitan, multicultural metropolis.
The president of the United States has announced today that Osama Bin Laden is Dead, killed by the United States personnel action. The US has confirmed possession of Osama Bin Laden’s body. This is a major development on the military action from the United States, especially the fact that they used a drone attack on accomplishing this task.
Gaylord Kimbuta Kazadi, son of the governor of the province of Kinshasa, was assassinated Tuesday, April 26 in the town of Ham-sur-Heure, Belgium, where he lived.
According to the Belga news agency, two individuals, Gaylord Kimbuta Kazadi and Alexis Guida, came out of a car early Tuesday afternoon outside the residence of Mr. Gabriel Alleyn, on the Rue du Calvaire street, in Common Ham-sur-Heure.