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:
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
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
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.
On April 19th, the Deutsche Börse photography prize will open at London’s Photographers’ Gallery. Awarded annually since 1996, the prize has an impressive list of recipients — Jeurgen Teller, Walid Raad, Paul Graham, John Stezaker, to name but a few. But it seems that, although the prize’s shortlist has always been international, the jury has shifted its focus ever so slightly to the ‘global south’ in recent years.
During the winter of the old times, back when the trees could actually not speak, there was a certain drunk who sat on his back hoping to be caught offside. What does ‘caught off-side’ mean? Well as my great, dead, alive recently declared sane uncle told me, the meaning is really not that important, in fact it does not make any sense, and that is why I must stop writing before I lose my sanity.
As he ran away from the tortoise, he knew he was in great danger. Having discovered that the big tortoise used steroids, he immediately decided to confront the tortoise.
“Ah ha, alas you have been caught offside Mr. Tortoise.” The blind hedge-hog shouted.
“Not really, correct me if I’m wrong because there is a big chance that I’m might be wrong, but I think…I truly think….You’re the one caught offside,” replied the steroid filled Tortoise. And then after the steroid filled Tortoise pursued the Hedge-hog.
The Hedge-Hog never understood life with his little to no brain. He only understood the journey of moving from houses to houses. The screams and the occasionally large stones he received from the humans.
“Oh humans, such angry filled beasts; they are always so resilient in their quest to exterminate us all.
Well life was good, as long as he could escape the seemingly angry steroid filled tortoise.
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