There is a story under every rock and a story behind every baobab tree. In fact, every baobab tree is a story. There are stories to be found, told and remembered in every village, along every road and in the heart of every single person.
Africa is particularly rich in stories and paradoxically it might stem from the fact that few stories have ever been recorded in writing. Modern African stories are, much like the traditional ones, tales of bravery, strength, hardships and wisdom.
To collect and tell stories has always been one of our main drives to travel in Africa. It is a continent from which the rest of the world tends to get a very uniform kind of stories, ignoring the immense pluralism that Africa has to offer. And as we see it, it’s not necessarily that we need a completely different image of Africa, but we certainly need a more nuanced one. We need, to put it short, more stories from Africa. Or to use the words of Nigerian author Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie: “we must fight against the single story, we must fight for pluralism”. We have tried to do this in books, articles and lectures, and we will continue to do so, on travels along Africa’s red, dusty roads.