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My Favorite Photographs N°16: Rui Sérgio Afonso

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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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Act X: Forever Began

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

Over over

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

 

A Reverberating Evening

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

the world is yours, said scar

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

Rebirth of the Man in Red

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

Erased Escape

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

Thinking Bells

Singing Locks
Reminiscent of past glory
Music of late granulates meaning
Forming the loudness present
Contemporary times
Rock bottom in taste
A world in party
Looking not ahead
The lullabies rings
Trouble overflows
So, the wand casts a spell
Hoping we all forget
The meaning granulated
Wrong or right
Pick a muse and live on.

World of Assata

Walk with her
Still on-apprehensive
Proud morning
Soft trend
Gentle stamp
Fierce grab
Sniff
Cold lips
Thinking broadly
Telling thickly sound
Heart of notes
Rain of dew
Redeeming reflections
The road of open roses
Yes,
Another morning spaced with Assata