October 2012 in Boston and Cambridge, Massachusetts, USA.
New England AquariumHarvard Lampoon BuildingHarvard Lampoon Building
The Statue of Three Lies, Harvard Yard
Appeal to the Great Spirit by Cyrus Edwin DallinMuseum of Fine Arts, BostonMuseum of Fine Arts, BostonJoseph Kosuth, Museum of Fine Arts, BostonWith You I Breathe, Tracy Emin (2010)A portion of Lumieres (blue square – Sylvie), Christian Boltanski (2000)Endlessly Repeating Twentieth Century Modernism, Josiah McElheny (2007)
On our third night in Kampala, a young singer called AFRIE took to the stage at the National Theatre. When she opened her mouth, a hand stretched out from inside it, plunged into my chest and grasped my heart. It held on to the beating lump for the rest of the song and for the one after it, pressing gentle fingerprints into each pulse. This was not a new thing to happen to my heart in Kampala, for as soon as we landed, we were met with warm hands, un-stranged by their willingness to hold up these Saalehas all the way from Johannesburg. The only other time I have  felt so soft and deep with salted gratefulness was on the Hajj. This too was a pilgrimage of a kind.
Of all the things that travel well, music and stories cover the most earth. We heard Avicii on our way to the airport and an acoustic version of Titanium while we sat in a workshop with Nigerian writer Samuel Kolawole. Stories written in Johannesburg, Nigeria, Cameroon, Uganda and beyond-beyond came to sit together at the same table. This was a week of myth-making and god-work; carding the threads we pulled from our minds, fashioning friendships and stitching up the beginnings of our next stories. More than winning a prize and collecting laudations, it was enough that Writivism brought Saaleha and myself to this space where people gifted of themselves and their work with such openness. I should probably stop right here, before I descend into a mawkishness I cannot climb out of, but I am even grateful for the mosquitoes that downloaded my DNA and hope that someday that blood will find its way to the Ugandan soil.
With our schedules full with workshops and other festival events, there was not much time for sightseeing, but we did eat of the food (matooke, luwombo), listen to the music and read of their written, and that is how we came to see all of Kampala.
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Writer No Violet Bulawayo
Writer Zukiswa Wanner
Writer Jennifer Nansubuga Makumbi
Jennifer Nansubuga Makumbi, Nii Ayikwei Parkes, Zukiswa Wanner
Writer AbuBakar Adam Ibrahim
Writers Workshop with NoViolet Bulawayo
Writers Workshop with NoViolet Bulawayo
Writers Workshop
Writers Workshop
Writers Workshop with NoViolet Bulawayo
Uganda National Contemporary Ballet
Singer AFRI
Uganda National Contemporary Ballet
Uganda National Contemporary Ballet
Uganda National Contemporary Ballet
Uganda National Contemporary Ballet
Uganda National Contemporary Ballet
Uganda National Contemporary Ballet
Uganda National Contemporary Ballet
Uganda National Contemporary Ballet
Uganda National Contemporary Ballet
Uganda National Contemporary Ballet
Ugly Emcee
Ethiopian Coffee Rituals
Fried Tilapia and Masala Chips at Ethiopian restaurant Waikiki
Gingerbread men at the African Centre for Media ExcellenceBunga, KampalaBunga, KampalaBunga, KampalaBunga, KampalaBunga, Kampala
Furniture makers and the Kampala skylineNational Theatre, KampalaNational Theatre, KampalaThe Writivism Writers Studio
The Writivism Writers Studiothe book of mBwesigye Bwa Mwesigire, Writivism co-founderWorkshop facilitator, writer Samuel KolawoleLiterary agent, David GodwinPolice celebrations, National TheatreIskender Schwarma, Istanbul restaurant, Kampala
Jo’burg city is like an aging movie star who dropped out of the public eye decades ago and has now emerged from her reclusion, reinvented. Her waist may have thickened and the skin around the eyes more deeply etched, but her magic still shimmers in the right light, charm at-ready, her presence grand.
Gandhi Square High JinksObviously.Kerk Street MosqueKerk Street MosquePosersStreet styling.
This guy has seen it all.These boots were waiting for someone.Windows, BraamfonteinAlmanac Specialists.Street BraidsThe 30mm I-Can’t-Even Selfie