Tag Archives: Expression

WORDS| Black James Bond

I find fault in the use of ‘African’ as a prefix to words like Alchemist, or Boy, or King. I understand our current predicament. I understand that calling oneself an alchemist only arouses the image of a bearded old man – a white man. Our history was white-washed and our mindsets enslaved by nursery rhymes. It is our identity that was chained and taken away on dhows to the lands we once conquered. We were forced to return as servants. Our gold ornaments hidden away in vaults, our hair called shaggy, our beards trimmed to please the “Suh”. Continue reading WORDS| Black James Bond

WORDS| Unknown Language

In the language of the unknown
You can’t keep dancing with the devil, and ask why you’re still in hell.
Hell, is when my best dreams and worst nightmares have the same people in them
I’m in a good school, I may get an A in my exams,
I may go to a good university…
I have valid dreams

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Words| This Thing

by the loving artist

surreal-digital-art-huseyin-sahin-2-58d37c74e9503__880Some days are special. Some days you wake up and you notice the birds chirping outside your window. These are the kind of days when you really feel that the world has the potential to be beautiful. That it was indeed intended to be a garden with rivers of honey and gold flowing freely. That all men were destined to be equal, to eat fruit and to pet cheetahs; to weigh the world between their ears, to mull over the balance that is needed in the animal kingdom and to ponder upon the issues that arose the previous day – the smaller animals’ complaints against the larger ones. To meditate. To reason. To think.

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The 504

by skrapbuk_ke

_MG_6220Growing up in Machakos in the early 90s the most revered automotive brand my father would talk to me about was Peugeot.  His enthusiasm for the brand ignited a curiosity in me and I began to notice that he had more than enough reason to give the brand so much credit. At the time, the Peugeot 504 had taken Kenya by storm for a few years already. It was the police man’s vehicle of choice, it was a taxi, a family car, a farmer’s best friend, a matatu, a school bus, a van; you name it, it could do it. Continue reading The 504

Writing an artist’s bio

Before I begin my tutorial, I have to apologize for being late on this article. Truth be told as I was doing my research, I realised that I was probably as blank and misinformed or underinformed(if such a word exists) on the nitty-gritties of writing a bio. However, my previous article on what goes into the bio is pretty much on point and in case you missed it I’d suggest clicking here to get you started.

To today’s topic: Writing an artist’s bio. First of all, you have to understand that a bio is not a cv or a cover letter or motivation letter; I can’t stress this enough. This is basically a short introduction about yourself. It’s more or less a tip of the iceberg with hints of what depth the submerged part is. With this in mind, the length should be quite short. Short enough to fit in a moderately lengthy paragraph. Continue reading Writing an artist’s bio

Words| Dreams

“What if I was wrong?”
That’s the question that scares me to my bones. It’s the feeling I get just as I’m about to do something big.
“What if I wasn’t?”
That’s the second scariest question. Damn. It’s like I’m damned if I do, damned if I don’t.
That’s the thing with dreams; you never know until you try. But nobody really tells you how hard it is to try. How hard it is to get that first foot off the ground and place it a few inches ahead of yourself, when you can’t see the ground you’re stepping onto.
What if there’s thorns? What if there’s quicksand?
“But what if it’s everything I ever imagined it would be?” Sometimes you almost feel stupid to harbor such a hope. To look at all the odds, and go against the current in chasing your dreams. And to keep in mind that it’s a lifelong journey and things could change any day. Any minute. Any second.

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Words: Feeling

Sometimes I wish I was a brainless drone

To not be laboured by heavy thoughts
To not be concerned by outer affairs
To do only what I’ve been programmed to do
Feel only what I’ve been programmed to feel
To live my life with a blank stare
With no smiles, with no tears
So that everything wasn’t so painful
Even if it’d mean I’d feel never joyful
I’d wake up every morning, blink three times
Wash my face, brush three times
Every breakfast, have three bites
Have a cup of coffee, as I begin to sell my soul
To the wheels that would control me, that chain my soul

Sometimes I wish I was a brainless drone
To not get so tired
To not feel so alone

Dee

WORDS: EMOTIONS

I close my eyes and take a deep breath. Like I’m breathing more than just air. I’ve been like that lately, breathing has become more than just a bodily reflex. Breathing, the most basic of human instincts, has become an act that I cherish. Like every single second I am happy to be breathing. Happy to be alive. I don’t know what this is, but I think I’ve heard people call it happiness. Hmm.
As soon as I make this realisation, fear starts to creep in. My good old friend fear. I take another deep breath, as if to inhale as much of this “happiness” as I can before fear says anything.
Then she starts.
“So you’re happy, huh?” she starts with a smirk.

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WORDS| Navalayo’s

image by John Onyango

AURORA’S SONG

A thousand deaths I have died

And many tears I have cried

But look at me, I’m still alive

I begged but the devil wouldn’t take me

It was even worse to have the creator forsake me Continue reading WORDS| Navalayo’s

MEN.tality: D.estruction.

Love is a beautiful thing. To want one person with such honesty that it scares you. To care for someone so deeply, that you think yourself stupid for letting this one person make you feel so much. Feel too much. Continue reading MEN.tality: D.estruction.