There is talk about being an ‘African writer’, and who will fit into this mould.
There is talk about ‘post-colonial literature’and whether this is a colonial label.
There is talk about ‘diaspora’ writers and where we can find this diaspora.
But what happens when some writers come together in Port Harcourt at a Festival and have meals together, share the darkness of the nights, engage in long discussions?
The author Ellah Wakatama Allfrey witnessed and wrote about these meetings at the fringe.