capturing future memories through writing
Heart to sleeves
Pact of wolves
Chilled anthems
Scattered verbatim
The world, word
Staining the proud, loud
Dirty road
Maybe crowded, padded
Word of the proud
Crystal hound
Believing the void that dropped
Selective thirst
Words, the lost stole
Origin, the ones that held
Seconds dropped, voices laid
Shower spending, timing Skype
Slow cut-offs
The walk alone
The shape of your smile
Glowing from the cloth of night
Heart teaser
It’s love like this
That makes a man fly back
To a place where your touch is absent
O, I thought you were gone
You said it yourself
Then
But now,
Your shelf is full of orders written in my name
Never change
Change is no longer needed
Cos with you
It’s the same
Rain or starry stars
We the same
Remaining the one we once loved
“There” she pointed
“Further past the blue moon”
“Past the sleeping mountain of Red”
“Where death is known”
“My people claim the richness from gold and silver”
“Where are you from?” she firmly asked.
“I hail from the Land of Ododo”
“Where the beasts answer to my name”
“Behind the hills of the Red”
“A place where peace binds us all”
“I keep the balance of good and death”
“In my land there is beauty”
“Their eyes do not speak of death”
“A land blessed by the god of the morning”
“A man with a god”
“In all my time of this earth, no man has mentioned of a god such as yours”
“You speak like a man beyond this life”
“I am no mere man”
“My blood, my soul”
“Lady of the night, you have surely possessed me” He proclaimed
“So have you, strange man from Ododo”
“You have grown on me”
“As I have on you”
“Come with me to my land” he begged
“I offer not gold but the gift of the red moon”
“You talk of strange words”
“I come from a land I must return to”
“I have men many to be one with”
“Then why did you run away”
“What do you fear?”
“Ask me no more till the morning passes”
“For the back is rested and ready for grass”
Born in Huambo but raised in Luanda, Rui Sérgio Afonso is one of my favorite Angolan photographers. The man is prolific on Instagram. After working for Angola’s biggest communications and marketing group, Grupo Executive de Angola (Executive Center), Sérgio is now a freelance photographer. He’s done extensive work with Angolan arts collective Geração 80. Here are his “5 favorite photographs,” in his own words:
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The cord none see
Not in blood
Deep in heart
Assured in sleep
The bondage of blood
Where has that motion lead you to?
The refusal of those who flow with the rivers far from you
The acceptance of those who you deem right or left
Am I related to you?
Difference in skin and tone, yes
But these words are my origins
Forever I live
Forever you live
Our makings are in our words
So, if you have distaste in my makings
Sorry, but I already forever began
Never quite ending
Touch that brings solace
Mama lullabies
Witness the sweetness
Never quite ending
Living we are
Scratching our past mistakes
Over my loose shoulders
Over, never quite
Over the post
Bring your hands over here
Cruise with me
Let’s crush that blue blue
Who that we are
Cease till we exist
Full embrace
Never over, babe
Bones thrown, rolling chants
Surreal melodies
Translating the words from the drum
Victorious voltron
Born to die, alive to revolt
Full of parallel voices
Struck by the insurgent vibe
Silk devices
Lasting screech
Revamped echo
Psychedelic retreat
Stimulating templates of return
The ground to meditate
Depriving the urge to sulk
Unfightwitable
Coated choice
They try to limit one
But two is never one
Hymn the rhymes
The sky I saw
Haunting and liberating
I remember my birth
Before the placenta
The world was already living
We talked
Ambience writing
Then I needed not scribble
I dream not
I saw the crown of stars
Neither in night, or in slap
In life
Before the soul was locked
I flew
I saw all that was
I moved
Voided hate
Blank despise
Born in the midst of time
A new element, I wrote
The world is here
Though the mind seeks freedom
For now, I will live
Till the morning after
The word was flesh
and the man in red listened
Full of stained milk and beard
Vision flowing
Essence growing
Poor man, beggar boy
Cabin eaten, biscuit package
Eagles sitting
Crowded greed
A man with a mission
Amoeba transmission
Bound to release
Image handed
Conspired to render soul
Poised to be
More grease to those who fly
Picking change
Infinite at a time
Orange sky
Family in soul
Voices published
Never will I hold without moving others
Insane goes the mind
The street at night
Blue ink writes
Below the lottery stares
Above my lucky pen tears
Crossed
A part I could not paint
Empty sheets
Slow morning
Low attendance
Nissan stops
Around the move
Lady mischief
Chewing belief
Nemesis awaits
Coffee delight
Breaking away
Where I land, is where I am
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