The New Baroque: the Symbols of Success, Emptied of significance, it has become a new religion. Greed has become the purveyor of justice, freedom and liberty. They have commodified your anger and pain. Yet, the injustices still reign. Your howls of injustice have become pastiche: a parody of parodies. They…

It was beautiful while it lasted, I saw a butterfly fly by, the feeling was temporal, but in its wake it left a trace. It was of the moment, and if I am lucky to experience it again, I believe that that moment will be equally as captivating. I felt…

GiaB prompt #2–19 — The wood shavings, planks of timber and sawdust, and the acidic, sweet smell of pine infuse the air in the workshop. The sound of metal sawing through fibres and grains fills the room. We smell the scent of the released oil and the heat generated by the saws cutting and…

Part One Something was captivating about the transistor radio, the scent emitted by the transistors, the cathode tubes burning, you — watching the dial move across the gauge as you turned the crown, listening to the silence, the static and the voices. The tactile interaction, the feedback, your fingers talked…

Did I see you? In black — shining like a black diamond in the midday sun, Frame — slender and toned, you cast a distinct figure, one of beauty personified. The Copra so sweet ripened in the searing heat of the tropical sun. The oil seeps from the hardened and…

The lustre of gold, sharp tonal contrasts, the baroque painting lacquer, and the compositions of Rembrandt comes to mind. Are you bewitching the creatures of the night, those residing in a lush, dense tropical rainforest? By the hypnotic glare on their faces, one can assume that a sight beyond compare…

You are expendable, just like the products. The illusion cannot be infinitely sustained lest it starts to lose its allure and brings forth stagnation. ‘Mother’, therefore, has to recruit from outside to maintain the illusion. There are only so many delusions that the mind can tolerate before it fractures and descends…

I was submitting articles to a publication on Medium, which after a few incidences, I stopped. First, the editor decided to place their photograph in one of my articles. In another, they decided to delete a complete section that altered the text’s meaning. I guess they could not directly refuse…

My knowledge is yours to take and appropriate. The Blackman can never exceed the white man’s * dreams, for whatever he has acquired you believe stems from you; therefore, you decree it does not belong to him. You have the intellectual rights to his mind. …