Just scrolled through the Iowa City Press-Citizen’s coverage of the African Festival of Arts and Culture, and wow—I’m already marking my calendar for next year. If you haven’t seen the photos, you’re missing out on something electric.
Let’s talk about what makes this festival a must-experience.
First off, the visuals alone tell a story that words can’t capture. From vibrant textiles that look like they’re dancing on their own to the intricate beadwork and masks that carry generations of tradition, it’s clear this isn’t just a display—it’s a living, breathing celebration. And the dance? The energy practically leaps off the screen. You can almost hear the drums, feel the rhythm pulling everyone into the moment.
But here’s what really stands out: this festival isn’t just “African culture in Iowa.” It’s a powerful reminder of how art bridges divides. In a world where differences often make headlines, events like this show us how much we share—joy, creativity, the need to express who we are.
Iowa City might seem like an unexpected host, but that’s the beauty of it. When communities embrace cultures outside their own, magic happens. It’s not about appropriation; it’s about appreciation. It’s about letting the drumbeats of West Africa or the bold patterns of East African fabric inspire new connections right here in the Midwest.
And let’s not forget the food. (Seriously, never forget the food.) If the photos of sizzling skewers and colorful plates are any indication, this festival is a feast for the senses in every way.
So why does this matter? Because culture isn’t meant to stay in museums or far-off places. It’s meant to be shared, to evolve, to remind us that beauty and meaning exist in countless forms. The African Festival of Arts and Culture does exactly that—bringing the heart of a continent to the heartland of America.
If you were there, drop your favorite moment in the comments. If you weren’t, let this be your sign to go next time. Trust me, your soul will thank you.
