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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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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
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
Sunday Morning Music. Soul vibes
Creating your own space
The access to stored memories
A market is still a market at night
The add on flows
Washing past your eyes
The money makers sing
While you put a thousand plus
They make a thousand more
Ironic, in the sense that
The joint is there for the union
What you want, you go finding
Money or Acceptance
Balanced maybe
So I will go with the other
To survive
My gift will be both
Prophetic, yet
Just an ordinary vision lasting longer than most
Like candid lust
She was shift
Baby was shift
I mean swift
Swift with the way her eyes wiggled
Like kiss
Big full taste
The after-life warmth
Spin for me, girl
Again lost, we are
Tokyo gone
Found in each other
Hey Salope, I think we’ve just hit gold. Gold!!
Art Melody, the Burkina Faso-based gruff-voiced emcee who also completes the high-octane duo Waga3000, came to my attention through the group’s 2012 song entitled “Dal fo yikin bao”, which translates to “remain strong and feisty”. Their furious spit-fire flow, reminiscent of what had attracted me to Senegalese emcees, invited me into their world. Then a bit over a month ago, I received a copy of Art Melody’s Wogdog Blues, his third since his breakthrough debut in 2009. He was taken off of Ouaga’s taxi ranks, where he used to work and would kick the odd rhyme every now and then, into Europe, the continent that once landed him in prison attempting to reach it.
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