Liberation [SELF] – ABSTRACT

By all means, feel free to acquaint yourself with the theme of our paper (the abstract below).     ABSTRACT This essay explores the different narratives of the youth of Windhoek city in Namibia, and their strides towards a liberation of self. Specifically, it seeks to unpack the contemporary young Namibian, a divergent from the … Continue reading Liberation [SELF] – ABSTRACT

Day 6: Art drain

If a word or two could best describe the whirl wind of emotions we churn up on a daily, then we would all be boring scriptwriters. Act! She says. Lately, I have been procrastinating...on painting. The one lawless world, suddenly a rift of barriers and fears, I moulded from the dead crevices of my mental being. … Continue reading Day 6: Art drain

Day 5: White, am i.

So yesterday I saw a poster. It was a white woman, sitting in zen and a white light surrounding her from the background. It said: 'reconnect with your spirit' It is in me...the word 'white', as a very strong world of power. To declare peace, is to declare conformity to a white flag guided in the … Continue reading Day 5: White, am i.

Day 4: Dark Brown 4B/4C Natural Hair – is a ‘discrimination issue’

So in 2016, during the last semester of my first year masters at the #GSA_UJ, I subjectively took on the politics of hair featuring en la arquitectura. You can find the full project here on my academic blog Slim Cognito 🙂 Titled The Weighting Aisle: Dismantling Structures of Power in the Check-out Aisle, I explored myself, blackness, dreams … Continue reading Day 4: Dark Brown 4B/4C Natural Hair – is a ‘discrimination issue’

Day 3: White Love means nothing: An Ode to Black

I let go of my expectations. It took a moment... I saw myself in you, (the rope)   It wasn't love at first sight, I just knew you (the rope tightened)   Cliche? no There was a peace The language of English, inadequate to comprehend.   It was black, It was intense, Innate... true.   … Continue reading Day 3: White Love means nothing: An Ode to Black

Note 6

A mind so feeble Incomprehensible of what is unanticipated Like the grains Grains that hold in tact the dunes of knowledge, Knowledge flowing by gravity between your fingers A grain of sand, is the feeble mind. -Natache