Right at the heart of Kenya, Nairobi Design Week ran from March 7 to March 15, 2026 and here’s my review. I'm going to start with the theme: Let's be human together .  On the NDW website  Visit the Nairobi Design Week website , the theme viewed human experience as the future of design and art in a rapidly changing world. I loved the perspective because I certainly believe human experience is and will become the most essential commodity in the art industry in the next few centuries because the human mind isn't trained to adopt automation. In my perspective, AI art kinda skips the essential process of experiencing each brush stroke, line and colour mixing and layering. It only aims for perfection.  This event caught my attention because it places human experience at the center of art, something we need to be constantly reminded of. It was hosted across four locations: Diba Studios, Ngara, Alliance Française Nairobi, and Goethe-Institut Nairobi, all of which are well ...

I woke up in a Google play store. Not the app on my phone, the actual place. Icons hovered above me like constellations. My pillows and bedsheets were gone. I stood, still bewildered and staggered into a towering shelf and all the icons came crashing down on me. A robotic laugh oozed from the intercom.  Wait, someone is watching?  I brushed past the fallen icons.  “Can anyone tell me what is going on?” I yelled so loud but my voice only echoed, no reply. A TV flickered on and the first breaking news headline clamored “4094- Robot era: Robots now in charge of the world” . Wait what? Many experts had called this impossible. How could it have happened? The same voice from the intercom spoke again  “Welcome human, here's your quest for today: In this storeroom, you can only travel in bubbles and request a ride from just one app. You may extract your bubbles from any photograph or artwork that contains one.”  My heart skipped but almost instantly I remembered two sou...

  Hi,  so I didn't buy flowers, petals aren't a price tag for love I think, I thought of places you've never been, You've been to my soul, the chapbook office where I keep my poems, the garden, the bustling city - of course you drive through that everyday, your house with the brown door. I've watched peter-pan together with you, and we've wished upon ourselves  that our hair turns grey but our love must not become stale. must ! - I'd add an exclamation here. We've laid our backs on the grass and we've shaken our feet to the stars, all these we've done every Valentine and every other day. I thought of what universe your soft ribs haven't given an abode. Dear, I thought of a painting, Rainy Day by Gustave Caillebotte, Two simple souls under an umbrella her arms in his, walking gently on that Paris street. I desire to take you to the art gallery to see the art, a young artist on my street painted something like it and I want us to go there under...

  Yesterday, the first rain fell. I think harmattan is gone. It was slow to come and quick to leave. The mornings are no longer cold or misty. Whew! I survived. If Harmattan was a celebrity, I wouldn't be a fan. My skin gets dry, crisscrossed lips, my nose feels like I'm breathing through foam, my under feet looks patchy, scaly and horrible and everywhere is dusty. So I want to ask Mhide if the lady in her artwork also experiences these things too?  Harmattan by @Justmhide Her eyelashes seem to wage war against dryness though. Lol. Usually my first thought of Harmattan won't be “beautiful” but this painting makes Harmattan feel so gentle. I'd call the blue flower the sky‑blue plumbago which blooms during Harmattan in Africa, a representation of beauty in dust and dryness, hope and calm. source :  https://toptropicals.com/pics/garden/m1/Raznozwet9/Plumbago_auriculata_2046_flowers_.jpg  The flower seems boring to her though ‘cause she isn't even looking at it. She...

 I never really knew what fencing was. I remember seeing Ayo’s art on X (@phantom_blavk) and the first thought that came to my mind was “Jeez, such feminine elegance with swords"  The Sabreuses - 2026 so I went to read more about it and I'd define fencing to you as a sport of foils and sabre (thin swords) and it's not bloody and violent like boxing although accidents do happen with these thin swords but it really doesn't get bloody and then I checked out the origin because I questioned “why the heck would you be playing with swords?" I discovered it originated from France. In the 14th to 15th century in France it was a norm for warriors to practice with swords and guilds (for protection) so the intention wasn't to harm the person you were practicing with, you're simply playing pretend like (imagine we were at war, how are we going to fight with our swords). It started with heavy swords before lighter swords were introduced and at this time fencing was excl...

  Our bones may become brittle ⁠꒰ an anticipated aftermath of our earthly existence ⁠꒱ but our souls don't break. Our skeletal system is a petite house our souls rent to visit earth. I do not believe in reincarnation for I think the soul should be too bored with living on earth. Our lives here is too short and unrealistic. I do not know why it might want to come back. Well, to Picasso's art “The Old Guitarist - 1903” I find the most perfect description of the soul taking hold of the heart, the arms and the complete body of the old man. Vividly his body was unwilling but his soul was willing and the body was lured into obedience.  The way his head ducks at the tune and the calm sitting of his frail white fingers on the guitar I tell myself, if a willing soul can move the fingers to play a guitar, it can tame death certainly. If at all you shall die, or become very old in body and mind you shall first decide in your soul. “The retired Soldier" - a digital art created by Jek...