Abstract
For centuries, Europeans saw, imagined and fantasized about Africa as a wild, dark continent, the raw material for tales of adventure and exploration, tinged with exoticism, but with only one voice: that of the colonizer. It wasn't until the middle of the 20th century that literature written by and for Africans began to emerge. From negritude to "migritude", it's up to today's black writers to think and live their artistic identity in the full light of day.
