I have just come in from a lovely long walk, down to the river, east through that fascinating historical naval landscape, and back via Woolwich. It’s a route often take, made especially pretty today in the bright sunshine. On my way through the square there though, I stumbled upon something curious: two ladies with ornate hairstyles were making some kind of film. One was filming, and the other was talking to camera, saying ”We’re here in Woolwich today, asking people whether they feel british or African”. This gained my interest, and I stopped to watch. It struck me as an odd thing to ask: why ask people in the heart of south-east London such a question? Why would people here, irrespective of skin colour, see themselves as africans? Aren’t we all, as human, africans? Was this some kind of political statement? Was it about fostering identity and unity among certain ethnic groups? I tried asking the women, pointing out that I see myself only as a human, but they seemed busy so I did not press the issue. They did, however, give me their card, which directed me to a website focussing on fashion for black people. I rode on, curious about what I had just encountered, and what it might imply.