Harrison Tipping by Joshua Shelton Harrison Tipping is the living emission of radioactive focus, and I am caught in its radius. His energy permeates my phone’s screen ionising atoms along the way and transforming all matter into believers. It takes an immense amount of courage to pursue a career most have failed in, to know that … Continue reading Harrison Tipping’s Galvanising Drive
Author: Dzunisani Ngobeni
Giggs Kgole and African Consciousness
It is not entirely incorrect to believe that you are the centre of the universe. The universe is constantly expanding in every direction at an equal rate. This means that if you stand at any point, you will find that the universe is expanding around that point as fast as it is expanding around a … Continue reading Giggs Kgole and African Consciousness
Upon Linen We Gather
The African vernacular experience is a tapestry of language and its dialects, familial cultural norms and their tribal nuances, the pursuit of greatness anchored in the gravitas of communal duty. It is on this tapestry of intersectional culture, in a west London gallery that my social axis is tilted. SoShiro Gallery - Marylebone, London The … Continue reading Upon Linen We Gather
Mind Travel
Like most of my adventures, this one starts off sketchy. It follows a blank stare from the car rental agent, deflecting my empty pleas when I cannot produce my South African driver’s license. ‘I left it in the flat, can I show you a copy on my phone instead?’, I don’t realise how ridiculous I … Continue reading Mind Travel
Late 20.
What do we do with the unbuild dreams, and the roofless careers? How do we admit, ’This is not how I thought it would be’? But even more frightening, how do we make new dreams at our big age?
Cloud Dwellers
A former would-be lover, after realising the concavity of the kind of love and life I wanted to inhabit said something that has stayed with me. There is a split second between receiving, processing and reacting to information. In that time, I realised he was right. I do live with my head in the clouds. … Continue reading Cloud Dwellers
Growing Roots
In the Quiet I am flailing, mid-air, mid-worlds. I have cut myself from the ground, from home. I am desperate for warm soil, familiarity, but the flailing takes to flying and I can’t explain how I am happy here. I am waiting for the African hair store to open when a breeze gathers around me … Continue reading Growing Roots
“I See You”
(For Those Who Wish to Return.) Adaptation is a process in self-preservation but can quickly take the form of assimilation to a degree of self-catabolism. We have all borne the pretence of assumed opulence when an African visits or lives abroad, returning with a 2-minute-noddles accent. The more Africans I meet here, the more I … Continue reading “I See You”
Full of Sand
My predicament is laughable. I am not sure where I'd be safer; in South Africa or in the first world country I current live in. At the UK death rate, Africans will be donating funds to the west and changing channels to avoid adds with dying Europeans and donations for R1 that can feed a … Continue reading Full of Sand
Landing
We were circling London, waiting in the air traffic que to land. That’s when it settled in me. Before this moment I had felt everything. I had been excited about finally having something genuinely good happen to me, about God showing up in an undeniable way. I was overwhelmed with love, the eruptious celebrations for … Continue reading Landing