Most creatives have more than one outlet of expression. I mean, it isn’t rare to find an artist who sings, a singer who writes – or a writer who photographs. I find it fascinating. And so I’ve compiled a short list of some of the ‘more popular’ African writers (I follow) whose Instagram pages fascinate me.
Eloghosa’s art is breathtaking! I’ve been following her work for quite a while now and the writer/photographer finds a way to pull on the strings of my heart with everything she puts out. I first fell in love with her words years ago, and it’s the way she takes the simplest things and infuses such life and beauty and grace that keeps me all in my feels. The same thing happened when she took to photography as The Forgetter’s Eye.
Eloghosa is primarily a street photographer whose eye delights in the beauty of the mundane. Her interests lie in being able to draw attention to the ignorable happenings of our everyday lives.
I recently curated an art exhibition with the theme ‘Woman In Bloom’, creating a space for women to be unapologetically woman (whatever that interpretation is for the woman in particular) and fully human; the self-actualization of women in a typically patriarchal society. Eloghosa was one of the participating artists and she put together a body of work that explored the theme by considering what it’s like:
i, growing into a woman [viewing childhood and adolescence as conduits],
ii, being comfortably, beautifully and even painfully woman, and
iii, growing inside of that identity, via sisterhood, friendship, motherhood and love.
These concepts were expressed via photographs and free verse poetry in a way that beautifully represented the theme and the subject of womanhood in general, gracefully warming my heart and I’m sure the hearts of everyone who has had a chance to see it.
It’s been forever since we did one of these, right? But because of how long ago it’s been, I might not remember all the good good I’ve read in that time, so forgive me?
Let’s get to it; these are the stories, articles, thingsss that I’ve red recently that made me think, laugh or cry.
– This account of Clemantine Wamariya’s life as a refugee; she and her sister fled the Rwanda genocide. Any attempt to qualify the effect this had on me would reduce it.
– This story by Louise Erdrich. The Flower is everything otherworldly and beautiful. Here’s a quote I adored:
That he called her Flower made her uneasy. Girls were not named for flowers, as flowers died so quickly. Girls were named for deathless things—forms of light, forms of clouds, shapes of stars, that which appears and disappears like an island on the horizon.
– Hotel Melancholia is a woman’s story of how hotel rooms came to be worlds of loneliness and despair. And this, from our people at Aeon attempts to explain how people are violent because of the moral codes they are bound to.
– Reading Comprehension is a story that made me laugh. If you’re up for it, do answer the comprehension questions that follow.
– Kov and I were drooling over these pictures of Michael and Kyle’s house. I dare you not to covet!
I’ve just finished Adewale Maja-Pearce’s The House My Father Built – it’s a lovely light read that Uche and I think would make a great sitcom. Check it out. Also, I’m presently going through Abigail Arunga’s book of poetry called Akello. I love her simple, mostly short poems about love and life and sexuality.
This is my favourite song right now:
I hope you like something! Enjoy.
Weekend going okay? If you haven’t got a chance to listen to the playlist Kov put together for your weekend, then you should press play now so that it’s the soft background accompaniment to the reading you’re about to do.
These are the articles/stories/interviews/stuff that the Blessed Internet has sent my way recently. Each one either made me laugh, think or be inspired.
1. Emmanuel Iduma is one of my favourite Nigerian writers. Mass Dying is important because there’s been Boko Haram and Garissa and too many examples in the world recently.
And if a name lies hidden within the leftover bits of a destroyed market, or a massacred town, is it still a name?