Comfort.

Comfort. The golden word…

Held with glass hands and uttered with unshakeable resolve. We are told it is an invisible sanctuary,that we should seek it. But when we’ve found it,we are encouraged to leave it… For it suffocates growth. ©

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

Black History Sunday.

San Rock Art. The Tsodilo Hills, Botswana. More than 4000 ancient paintings, many dating back thousands of years, the caves and cliffs of these picturesque mountains, remain a sacred site for the San people of the Kalahari. Some of the paintings have been dated to be as early as 24,000 years ago.
The Tsodilo Hills which are still a sacred place for the San, who call them the “Mountains of the Gods” and the “Rock that Whispers”.

By: Malata Li-Ana Koena

By: Malata Li-Ana Koena