The Oshikundu That Never Fermented I am something. I am someone. I am more.
“I am something. I am someone. I am more.” — The Oshikundu That Never Fermented, poetry by Johannes Shikongo.
The Power Of Praising Bees Acoustic Pasts, Echoed Futures: Auralgraph from !Huidi-ǁgams, Omaruru, 1954.
“Acoustic Pasts, Echoed Futures: Auralgraph from !Huidi-ǁgams, Omaruru, 1954.” — by Welhemina Suro Ganuses & Sian Sullivan • Curated by Basler Afrika Bibliographien Archives.
Your Wings From The Back Eternally deemed unclean, an abomination.
“Eternally deemed unclean, an abomination.” — Your Wings From The Back, photography by Omen Keisho.
Man Enough Smile less. Speak less. Feel less.
“Smile less. Speak less. Feel less.” — Man Enough, poetry by Jedidja Kakuva.
What The Sycamores Saw How do you tell someone you’re sorry after you pushed them in the path of a dangerous animal?
“How do you tell someone you’re sorry after you pushed them in the path of a dangerous animal?” — What The Sycamores Saw, fiction by Katherine Hunter.
The Ombindu That Remains Of Us I am a passerby, a shadow in motion, and he is a sentinel of memory.
“I am a passerby, a shadow in motion, and he is a sentinel of memory.” — The Ombindu That Remains Of Us, poetry by Johannes Shikongo.
Maletsatsi Would you agree that the evening sky is misleading?
“Patterns observed as a language for suns and celestials.” — Maletsatsi, visual art by Vanessa Majoro.
Aminus: Pos 11 Did the land weep when my grandparents died?
“Did the land weep when my grandparents died?” — Aminus: Pos 11, poetry by Vekondjisa Nosipho Katusuva.
When I Wake Up A soft breath before the world stirs. Outside, shadows cling to the air.
“A soft breath before the world stirs. Outside, shadows cling to the air.” — When I Wake Up, poetry by Jedija Kakuva.