conversations: hope?

“What is hope, O?” ‘An absurdity. No more than some life is an anomaly. And humans must reinvent themselves to confront and live through the same. I think that hope is the fodder of fate that life fattens before an eventual or unavoidable savoury. Hope is necessary just as much as the discernment and awareness… Continue reading conversations: hope?

faux départ

quand on s’enfermedans une bouteille c’estqu’il y a quelque chose qu’on regrette?my wounds, are my infirmarystoic blues of sorrows i wrote in the observatorymind solid proof: sold out shows,beti za weather zimekuwa vagaryusjali, halifani, body inastew slow ni ka tumour zimeongeza mandhariuspanic, yaanijourney,boutique cue esoteric the ink sorcerer ndio decoder wa magicfibo-nacci,classic, neo-polymath,design intel iko… Continue reading faux départ

Per Ardua Ad Astra

If truth be told:        Life is pain. When you break down, just to pick up odds that you’re set up against. Suffer vain, get struck again.  Bleeding out like a ruptured vein. The rapture of flames, preordained fractured leaves you badly scathed. There’s scars. Then there’s an emptiness deflowered by my chest… Continue reading Per Ardua Ad Astra

Proof of Life:

Sometimes, after confronting what many cancer survivors call: “The Why Question [Phase]”; I used to stretch my imagination to accommodate the idea that a timeline on death makes things very clear. It is what I later named one of my favourite paintings after: Lethal Clarity. It all didn’t sum up to that astronomical stretch all… Continue reading Proof of Life: