This Really Happened In Africa
Aug 15, 2026 · 1 hr 27 min · 12 segments
In 1977 a man crowned himself Emperor of Central Africa. And France paid for it. In this episode, we break down the story behind it. Jean-Bédel Bokassa was six years old when a French concession…
Temidayo AbassHost
Victor AnihHost
Korede IzoboHost
On the 4th of December 1977, in the capital city of Bangui, in the Central African Republic, a man placed a crown on his own head and declared himself Emperor of Central Africa.

So his crown was made in Paris, very heavy gold crown, encrusted with diamonds, the largest of which In the center was 80 carats.

He had a throne, a court, a crown prince, an imperial march, a royal carriage, and 60 brand new Mercedes-Benzes ferried in from Germany to drive his guests around the city.


So his robes were made by the same firm that made Napoleon's uniform 200 years earlier.


When it was all over, when he had put the crown on his head, cannon that we fired, they've danced, fireworks had lit up the sky, he leaned over to the French minister sitting next to him and whispered, you never noticed, but you ate human flesh.


A story that begins in like a colonial town square and ends telling you about race and power and how we decide who gets to tell our stories.
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On the 4th of December 1977, in the capital city of Bangui, in the Central African Republic, a man placed a crown on his own head and declared himself Emperor of Central Africa.

So his crown was made in Paris, very heavy gold crown, encrusted with diamonds, the largest of which In the center was 80 carats.

He had a throne, a court, a crown prince, an imperial march, a royal carriage, and 60 brand new Mercedes-Benzes ferried in from Germany to drive his guests around the city.


So his robes were made by the same firm that made Napoleon's uniform 200 years earlier.


When it was all over, when he had put the crown on his head, cannon that we fired, they've danced, fireworks had lit up the sky, he leaned over to the French minister sitting next to him and whispered, you never noticed, but you ate human flesh.


A story that begins in like a colonial town square and ends telling you about race and power and how we decide who gets to tell our stories.