Jahray and Self-Flagellation
I can’t remember the captivating open deserts of Barka without remembering Jahray. The morning star was our natural GPS, bright and predictable, appearing in the sky for months before disappearing and leaving the heavens strangely empty. That memory leads me to a very different kind of disappearance: the recurring rise and collapse of political movements in the Horn of Africa. Why do promising moments so often end in fragmentation, duplication, disappointment, and self-flagellation?
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I can’t remember the captivating open deserts of Barka without remembering Jahray. The morning star was our natural GPS, bright and predictable, appearing in the sky for months before disappearing and leaving the heavens strangely empty. That memory leads me to a very different kind of disappearance: the recurring rise and collapse of political movements in the Horn of Africa. Why do promising moments so often end in fragmentation, duplication, disappointment, and self-flagellation?
