Walk On My eyes see two kinds of sunshine.
“My eyes see two kinds of sunshine.”—Walk On, a poem by Tinotenda Mashumba.
Comos Os Frutos Words, bitter as fruit.
“Whether it be temptation and the subsequent eviction from Paradise, romantic heat, amorous lust, decaying heartbreak, or allegories for health and wealth, fruits have always been stores of soft and hard power.”—Comos Os Frutos, photographs by Daisy Serena.
What I Am In which I shed a single frozen tear while drowning in golden sunshine.
“In which I shed a single frozen tear while drowning in golden sunshine.”—What I Am, poetry by Undjizuva Kaputjaza.
No State Of Emergency An auralgraph from Kinshasa, Democratic Republic of Congo.
“Like a church without God, Kinshasa without a bar is an urban illusion.” — No State Of Emergency, an auralgraph from Kinshasa by Merdi Mukore.
Oriki Para Omolu Your body is political. Your affection is a first language.
“Your body is political. Your affection is a first language.”—Oriki Para Omolu – poetry, photography, and film by Daisy Serena.
Identité Small, diverse, and subtle details forged our being, our soul, our identity.
“Small, diverse, and subtle details forged our being, our soul, our identity.”—Identité, a poem by Ayi Renaud Dossavi.
Reino Angolar The return of the native mystic.
In full colour—not the documentary, anthropological, reductive black and white—the native mystic claims its place in full colour in the visual imagination in Kwame Sousa’s oil on canvas series.
Itch It’s mincemeat, all of it.
“It’s mincemeat, all of it.” — Itch, a short story by Jarred Thompson.
No Fun On a small island you trust everyone because there is nowhere to run.
“On a small island you trust everyone because there is nowhere to run.”—No Fun, a poem by Tanveer Jeewa and a film by Ondjaki.