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It's Charles Mudede on the democratic sublimity of a good Chinese duck:

It begins with the sidewalk. In Harare, shop owners place big black speakers on the sidewalk and blast Afropop. All of the shops sell the exact same stuff (soup, toothpaste, knitting kits, Afro picks, metal bed frames) at the same price. It is only the beat that distinguishes each business—the better the music, the more customers it attracts.

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In the International District, as with the cities in distant China, roasted ducks communicate with the sidewalks... CONTINUED > > >