I’ve been on a manic reporting binge for the last few weeks, so I haven’t had time to keep up the blogging. Or the tweeting. Or with Facebook. I am therefore no longer certain of my continued existence. And it turns out, I swear, I can’t even see myself in the mirror any more.
I spent June in Burundi, trying to make sense of the madness that was the country’s presidential election and to learn about what’s happening in peacebuilding. The former made the latter more difficult. I’ve done a lot of work on the election, all supported by the Pulitzer Center on Crisis Reporting, so here are two pieces to catch you up:
My article for the Christian Science Monitor explains how Burundi ended up, after allegations of vote stealing and other fraud, with only one presidential candidate. And my piece for Foreign Policy takes a look at how the precarious political situation precipitated by said allegations affected the media, in a part of the world where hate radio can have horrific consequences. (I also love the title, but I must admit it was the brainchild of crackerjack FP headline team.)
There’s more to come on Burundi, including a slideshow that required so much production time you would be violating my human rights not to view it, a Q&A with a Burundian opposition politician, and my answer to the question, “If Shakespeare were in Bujumbura today, what would he write?”
