That’s it, that’s my take on the Nehanda statue fallout or fall-in. Let’s let the dead die. Let me illustrate something, to help frame my point of view on this. Why does Nehanda matter, to you or...
We do see not far, nor do we learn much. Lack of vision says it’s okay to fight for waitress and gardener jobs in a continent that we call home. Not that there is anything wrong with...
Being a creative, photography was always going to be one of those fringe things I had to do. I had to understand it enough, to be a creative director of any merit. Photography sells products, attracts attention...
Just listening and watching everyday Afrika, you struggle to find or settle on an identity, a direction we are headed. There is a depressing sense of stagnation, a frustration of potential that leaves nothing but the heaviness...
There was a stage when hip hop lived, thriving in the streets, in the spirits of the ghetto children, embedded in veins and souls, just like the blues used to be to plantation slaves. There was a...
There is a place where the earth is red, from swallowing too much blood, from being watered by it. There is a place where desert flowers are watered not by morning dew, but by morning tears, for...
There is something distinctly unreal about Africa in the way the continent was portrayed in TV shows I used to watch as a child and keep repeating themselves in my day as if I migrated to the...
