AfroCyberPunk

Greetings Fellow Sojourners,

This is your elusive Captain speaking. Despite my notable absence from the helm of this spaceship, I’d like to assure you all that we are still directly on course for the boundaries of the contemporary imagination which have yet to be breached. At least, those of you following my Twitter account (@afrocyberpunk) will know that I’m still alive and profusely tweeting.

To say that I am currently going through a difficult time would be an understatement. I spent the first quarter of this year juggling the obscene demands of my university with my characteristically turbulent personal life, and just when I thought things couldn’t get much worse, I lost my father to a prolonged illness. This occurred two days before my birthday which, needless to say, has been the worst birthday of my life. I’m still in the process of adjusting to this new reality sans my long-time mentor and commander-in-chief, but if anything, he taught me to be strong and defiant in the face of adversity, and I have also been fortunate to receive a great deal of support from many admirable people.

My father was a humble man with big dreams and grand ideals who succeeded in infecting me with that same bug. While I will always miss him, it’s obvious to me that I must do everything I can to make up for his absence, so that the course of history may ultimately be improved in spite of this tragedy. And while my life will never be the same, I still find solace in that the future of African science-fiction remains as bright as ever, due in no small part to his contribution in my life. I now work with a heightened sense of duty and urgency; for all that I am, I owe to him, and everything that I do from this point onward must exceed even his grandest aspirations. In this regard, I ask you all to tighten your seat belts and hang on for the ride of the century.

Yours Truly,
AfroCyberPunk