Leia: The only death that hurts

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Among the many celebrity deaths that overwhelmed us in 2016, Carrie Fisher’s passing is the only one that truly hurt me.

Muhammad Ali and David Bowie’s deaths, while sad, didn’t throw me off. People die. Some people die sooner than others. And when you spend your years indulging in copious amounts of cocaine (such as Bowie) or having your skull hammered by world-renown heavy weights (such as Ali), it’s a wonder some of these people lived as long as they did.

My only remaining grandparent died in 2016 as well. Marion Kokoska died at the age of 95 alongside family members in Augusta, Maine. I was upset, but I could keep the lump in my throat at bay. I knew it was coming. So did my family.

Death and taxes,” as the saying goes.

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The futility of African science fiction

The futility of African science fiction

I am becoming less ashamed with my obsession with science fiction and fantasy cultures. After studying both in academia, I’m practically proud of it.
This fall I studied African science fiction. A very specific genre. After studying several novels, films, comics and short stories in African science fiction, I can say the major distinction is the genre’s relationship to real world problems: decolonization, post-colonialism, extreme poverty, corruption, etc.
Star Wars teaches us what any story can. “Good will triumph.” African science fiction teaches us that good seldom wins and that perhaps science fiction should not be an escape from the real world.