ABSTRACT
TODAY in Ghana, Nigeria, Sierra Leone, Guinea, Mali, Senegal, and elsewhere, European administrators are packing their bags. They are having a last look around the compounds with the whitewashed stones and the tropical flowers, the orderly district offices, the cool and old-fashioned bungalows. The magazines left in the rest houses of country stations are increasingly out-of-date and the service and crockery become a bit more chipped and rundown. Africans, dressed not in khaki drill shorts but in trousers and jackets, begin to move in. Their servants grow beans where the district officer's wife had her English garden. Chickens and children obliterate the careful paths and remove the atmosphere of casual exclusiveness. History, having irrevocably left its mark on a changing African scene, has now taken a new turn-perhaps to leave as indelible a stamp upon the West.
