“Chloe” (2015). Pencil on watercolor paper.
“If society would stop treating art as a hobby or side hustle, and think of it as a business, that would be great. People love your work until you ask them to pay for it. Artists invest a lot in their art. We buy the best materials that our pockets can afford and most importantly we spend a lot of time practising and developing our techniques.”
– Janice Ochanda, artist.
Part I: Saying Goodbye.
Photography by Kevin Tosh.
As the locomotive roared to life, the sisters Agnes and Teresia waved at Jecinta and Uncle Airstrip, who had brought them to Stone City Train Station. The last few days, Jecinta had danced around them with glee, assuring them that she absolutely completely would not miss them. “Me? Never! Finally, I’ll have all of this space to myself, I can’t wait!” Of course, as expected, she had burst into uncontrollable sobs as they had left the house and was crying into her sweater sleeve when the train took off.
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(Of Love, Poetry and Rejection) by Muturi wa Njeri.
Part I: September 2015
On Monday January 19th, after excitedly Instagramming a photo captioned last first day of college, I made my way to my first poetry class at the University of the West Indies (UWI) in Mona, Kingston. Our teacher had just finished dishing out copies of the syllabus when I spotted her seated on the other end of the lecture room. As Dr. Morrison extolled her love for poetry, the definition of poetry that formed and stuck in my mind was the beauty of that girl seated at the other side of the room, the beauty of C—not her real name (lol).