Featuring Elias Mung’ora; Photographs by Kevin Tosh.
Part I: The Meeting.
I first met Elias Mung’ora at January’s dusitD2 Nairobi Gallery Exhibition. I noticed his work as the evening was coming to an end, and the first painting that I saw evoked… something I can’t really explain… in me. It was a scene from the city, and I could almost imagine myself standing within the painting as I looked at it: waiting to cross Wabera Street and watching vehicles approach and people walk towards Steers and Trattoria on the other side. But then there was also a green haze hanging over the scene, making it feel like the whole thing would have been happening in a dream.
“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.
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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).
Images by Kendra McLaughlin.
“The human shape is a ghost
made of distraction and pain.
sometimes pure Light, sometimes cruel,
trying wildly to open,
this Image tightly held within itself.”Continue Reading
By Ivy Nyayieka.
I have only ever been a flower girl once.
I was six years old, wearing a white dress, before I started to feel that white dresses accused me of things, before the priest said that we wear white to show that we are free from sin.