MaputArt We do not make art, we live it.
“In Maputo, we do not make art, we live it.” — Maputo Art Through Film, photography by Rui Mascarenhas.
Disturbing The Archive Literatea 10: Siphiwe Gloria Ndlovu.
“In such an uncertain time…all I can say is that I need to stay vigilant so that I hold on to the wonder and promise of becoming something of my own choosing.” — Disturbing The Archive, Literatea with Siphiwe Gloria Ndlovu.
The Rhapsody Of Infarction Sometimes hope is the rippling face that looks up to the sky when you stare into a clear stream.
“Sometimes hope is the rippling face that looks up to the sky when you stare into a clear stream.” — The Rhapsody of Infarction by Philly V. Vanisha.
Plaza It is a hidden gem, a momentary escape from the city.
“It is a hidden gem, a momentary escape from the city.” — Plaza by Sumayya Mohamed.
My Bed Misses You This, I told myself, is a practice round.
“This, I told myself, is a practice round.” — My Bed Misses You by Serena Paver.
The Necklace Acoustic Pasts, Echoed Futures: Auralgraph from Omaruru, 1954.
“When do we listen as we hear? Can we glimpse history while listening?” — The Necklace: Auralgraph From Omaruru, 1954 by Anette Hoffmann, Renathe Tjikundi, and Basler Afrika Bibliographien Archives.
Fig Tree …when you are done and gone from this place, I will pluck a sapling from your father’s fig tree and plant it in my garden for my children to eat.
“……when you are done and gone from this place, I will pluck a sapling from your father’s fig tree and plant it in my garden for my children to eat.” — Fig Tree by Tjizembua Tjikuzu.
Dala You do what you must with what you have for as long as you are able to.
“You dala what you must with what you have for as long as you are able to..” — An editorial by Rémy Ngamije.
Portrait Of My Grandfather …distilling tears into nourishing rain.
“…the song splattering in her throat as if she is distilling tears into nourishing rain.” — Portrait Of My Grandfather by Tjizembua Tjikuzu