How I remember my friend, the brave journalist Deyda Hydara
Early in the morning of 17 December 2004, I woke up to a phone call from a Western diplomat. She asked me what I had heard about Deyda Hydara, a journalist and a mutual friend. “No, I am just back from an overseas trip and I have not yet spoken to him,” I replied. “Anything the… Read More How I remember my friend, the brave journalist Deyda Hydara
