I was recently invited to a cultural week in Yaoundé, organized by the Goethe Institut Cameroun and curated by Princess Marylin Douala, Nontobeko Ntobela ans Rose Jepkorir to facilitate workshops with students from Lycée Bilingue de Mendong with students aged between 15 and 19 years old on the topic of colonization, especially German colonization. I chose to work from a futuristic angle to deal with The Burden Of Memory. All I did was listen to the youth, encourage them, share with them a few performance techniques and work a bit on their costumes. The poems they created in a space of three days is the result of their imagination. Kudos guys!! You’re amazing. Here’s a quick rough edit to give you an idea about the experience.
I’m very thankful to the people of Yaoundé, facilitators, technicians, organizers and participants.
Abakinnye karere si ngombwa kubasobanurira icyo “kwipasa muremure” bisobanura. Abakurikira umupira bo sinabibarusha. Si no mu mupira gusa ushobora no kwipasa muremure mu buzima busanzwe. Urugero ni ukujya mu kabari ufite gahunda n’inshuti iza kukugurira ugatumiza byeri ya nshuti yawe igahura n’ikibazo ntize telephone yawe ikazima. Wenda aho wavuga ko harimo n’ubudebe. Uwabivuga nutazi icyaka icyo ari cyo uretse ko ushobora gusanga nawe ari muri ba bantu batunga imodoka igira retorovizeri igura amafaranga aruta umushahara wabo.
Continue reading “Kwipasa muremure”
First thing first, shout-out to the pioneers
Without their work, we’d have no careers
Quit my job, became my own marketeer
Started from a blog, one-man team, now we fuckin here
Before I brag about my deeds, respect to the engineers
The designers, the architects- Nyirarumaga, Biggie and Pac
And every storyteller laying their soul on every track
You all put art in my heart, I put poetry in rap
From my early start, I just wanna give back
Continue reading “I Am HIP HOP”
I grew up being told repetitively
The household is like a human body
The man is the head of the whole
The woman holds it together
Kids are the members
They both follow
The man’s lead coz “he’s the brain” after all Continue reading “On Masculinity”
Before the Event
About a month ago, when I received an email from the Goethe Institute in Rwanda to participate in a workshop/concert project in Kampala, Uganda, scheduled from 1st-5th October under the theme #YourMusicYourVoice on which Megaloh & Ghanain Stallion, who were on an African tour, would perform, I thought “Who are these guys?” So I looked them up and damn they were hot! I don’t speak German but music has no language. It is the language of the universe. I felt the anger, the protest in their Hip Hop. Continue reading “1keynote on #YourMusicYourVoice”
When I tell people that I spent about five months in a village called Buhanda in the Southern Province of Rwanda, their first reaction is “No freakin way!! You? What were you doing there?” Usually I would say research but that happened organically as I started my quest to find my roots by interviewing old people about their lives before 1959 in Rwanda. The quest led me to paths across the country. I’m currently writing a book in French about that experience but in the meantime you can read summaries some of the interviews here transcribed in their original language (Kinyarwanda.) Continue reading “Vis Large”