The Bush Telegraph & The Poll Tax

Semi lucid and still fluttering delicately to unfold itself from it’s multilayered lustrous sheaths, the dawn had just begun to announce itself tentatively with a bluish and milky tone. It’s shy demeanour brushing lightly upon the sleeping community, still immerse within its colourful reveries and blissful dreamworlds. Some bold cockerels had also equally began to offer their own break of the dawn announcements with a raucous accompaniment, somewhere in the distance a church bell rang, when suddenly the quietude of the dawn was shattered by a series of high pitched, searingly distressing and agonised SOS cries. The imploring cries rippled sporadically like high velocity waves in short staccato spurts across the semi lucid dawn, furrowing deep at the core of conscience and evoking feelings of dread and a foreboding of an unknown terror being visited on the community. It’s feverish intensity, quivering with a palpable weightiness of fear and anguish, sweltered against the auditory senses in the early dawn like piercing hot coals.
April 29, 2021/by Site-Editor

The Witness and The Metallic Ant

In The Night
It had been an unusual night, with its own peculiarly…
March 27, 2021/by Site-Editor

The Incantatory Chants & Idioms of the Drums

The Morning Credo

Twi’twi! twi’lilililili~~~ | twi’twi’twi~~~

The sounds came streaming in, not in an intrusive manner, rather like a calming prelude, transmitting and conveying blurry visual images and floating aural impressions of the outside world that was just beginning to rise up to the visible world which the faint rays of the Sun had began to illuminate.
That sudden presence of those eloquent voices within the fields of our auditory sensibilities, ushering in a partial glimpse of the dawn as it spurred consciousness into a wakeful and an attentive state.
The constant back and forth dialogues, flutter of wings and crackling sounds of twigs, was extinguishing the somnolent diaphragm of the night, texturing and layering the foundations of a sonorous morning credo of the day, and allowing the languages of the universes of things and non things in doing what it does best, talking directly and permeating the entirety of the visible and the non visible.
The yellowish and golden orange coloured stanzas of the rising sun, with its own poetic and eloquent morning cadence, was flooding the hills, slowly dispelling and dissipating the lingering remnants of the receding night, stirring creation into a conscious state of visibility and awareness as the world began to arise from its deep universes of dreams and of that which lies beyond the thresholds of time and consciousness.
We had awaken to the ubiquitous and captivating aural performances of the Savannahs, as the night’s tender and amorphous bluish glare began fading into it’s own folds. Its meditative evanescence, interleaving with the emerging cantos of the abundant presence of life.
March 10, 2021/by Site-Editor


July 3, 2017/by Site-Editor

African Market I

June 30, 2017/by Site-Editor

Portraiture of Mambuti New Moon Dance

September 29, 2014/by Site-Editor

Mani Goumba Mantras

September 29, 2014/by Site-Editor

Incantations of a Bantu Mask

August 24, 2014/by Site-Editor

Themes & Variations of an African Dance in G Major

May 11, 2014/by Site-Editor

Piano Percussion I

Piano Percussion I

Title.: Piano Percussion I | Subtitle.:…
May 24, 2012/by Site-Editor