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Eternity.

We are forever…

We endured the bite of the flagellum,

And survived the blade of the guillotine.

A Broody Hen.

The Narrative.

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The Self.

📷MyrkoThum

He stays up all night creating characters according to his insecurities,

He crafts with his flaws their appearances, he adorns them with his scars,

He crochets their speeches with his unbearable impediments,the plots reads like the chronicles of his failures.

He omits the true sense of his views with overused periods of ellipsis, it is his personal conflicts that builds up to the climaxes of his stories; his pessimism fuels his obsession with tragic endings.

However much the strength of his protagonists,the embodiments of his fears are the forever victorious adversaries.

Black History Sunday.

“This fascination with our hair and patterns, the love for creating and beautifying, adornment, jewellery…..this is not new,our great grandmothers sat under grape vines ,beading and plaiting. Our hair is continuous history”

-Gogo

“This fascination with our hair and patterns, the love for creating and beautifying, adornment, jewellery…..this is not new,our great grandmothers sat under grape vines ,beading and plaiting. Our hair is continuous history”

-Gogo