I wish I could live from my art. Seems impossible in this corner of the world. For now. Some day maybe. That’d make me so happy.
I’ve been on survival mode for a while. Lost pretty much every tangible item I owned. No biggie. I was prepared for it.
I lost a lot of weight, lots of blood. I collapsed a couple of times during my trips. Life was testing me. I got through it all. Victorious. Continue reading “Choices”
[Initially posted on my Facebook page on Sept 15th 2016]
When I hear the word “revolutionary,” I swear I kind of panic. There’s a certain spirit that comes with it. Not long ago, I went to a function in Kigali where people were calling each other comrades. Eh! That was too intimidating for me I swear. I felt like I was in a movie set in Europe in the mid 40’s. Continue reading “On that Diaspora / Panafricanism thingy”