African art is functional, it serves a purpose. It’s not a dormant. It’s not a means to collect the largest cheering section. It should be healing, a source a joy. Spreading positive vibrations.
Nobody realizes that some people expend tremendous energy merely to be normal.
My dear, I don’t know what to do today, help me decide. Should I cut myself open and pour my heart on these pages? Or should I sit here and do nothing, nobody’s asking anything of me afterall. Should I jump off the cliff that has my heart beating so and develop my wings on the way down? Or should I step back from the edge, and let the others deal with this thing called courage. Should I stare back at the existential abyss that haunts me so and try desperately to grab from it a sense of self? Or should I keep walking half-asleep, only half-looking at it every now and then in times in which I can’t help doing anything but? Should I kill myself or have a cup of coffee? Falsely yours.
The evil that is in the world almost always comes of ignorance, and good intentions may do as much harm as malevolence if they lack understanding.
Throughout history, it has been the inaction of those who could have acted, the indifference of those who should have known better, the silence of the voice of justice when it mattered most, that has made it possible for evil to triumph.
Haile Selassie I
One who wants to create a future must not forget the past.
You cannot carry out fundamental change without a certain amount of madness. In this case, it comes from nonconformity, the courage to turn your back on the old formulas, the courage to invent the future.
Nothing was left beyond the necessity of digging oneself deeper and deeper into the holes in which there could never be anything like life. But perhaps the living dead could take some solace in the half-thought that there were so many others dead in life with them. So many, so frighteningly many, that maybe in the end even the efforts one made not to join them resulted only in another, more frustrating kind of living death.
Lines from Ghanaian writer Ayi Kwei Armah’s classic novel The Beautyful Ones Are Not Yet Born, which I’m currently reading,that resonated with me deeply on feelings of depression and aimless living.
The things that you hide are the things that define you.
Nuruddin Farah, Somali writer and Neustadt International Prize for Literature winner.
We do not debate race here at any meaningful level, but use it to settle old scores and maintain the status quo in often violent, usually vitriolic ways. So anything that is mildly critical of white society is seen as anti-democratic , prejudiced and radical. It thus does not serve to unify the nation in any way, but to polarize a dangerously polarized country even further. White society in my part of the world has cleverly made itself the victim, and it has done this with the full backing of the international establishment.
Tsitsi Dangarembga (via b-sama)
This is the truth. I’ll add that now even Black Africans have joined in defending/supporting this false white victim hood.
It’s easy to take a photo, but what really made a difference was that I always knew how to find the right position, and I never was wrong. Their head slightly turned, a serious face, the position of the hands… I was capable of making someone look really good. The photos were always very good. That’s why I always say that it’s a real art.
Seydou Keïta, Bamako, 1995/1996
© André Magnin (via manufactoriel
The flavour of life is love. The salt of life is also love.