Ngũgĩ wa Thiong'o A person is born, grows old, dies that is the way of nature -Ngũgĩ wa Thiong'o. (I will marry when I want)  … and nature had its way on May 28,2025 in Buford, Georgia,USA. Ngũgĩ wa Thiong'o died at the age of 87 but it is quite ironic that a man who loved his land did not die in his land. Ngũgĩ wa Thiong'o was born in colonial Kenya, January 5,1938. He was born at a time when “hope was a broken thing" for the people of Kenya. His first step towards redemption was renouncing his birth name "James Ngũgĩ” to naming himself a more cultural name “Ngũgĩ wa Thiong'o” as he claims “ To name ourselves is to reclaim our memory and our history. Our names carry the voices of our ancestors.” Ngũgĩ grew up in Kamiriithu, a village in Kiambu in a polygamous family and as a teenager he witness the Mau Mau conflict 1952-1960, “a fight for freedom and an act of resistance by the people of Kenya to reclaim stolen lands, end colonial dominati...

The goal you score without kicking the ball Once I saw two lanky boys playing football and I thought: why were there two goalposts for only two boys? These two stood adjacent on the field, the grey vested one running fast with all his mighty weakness towards the ball in the middle. The ball? there was no ball but they did play a ball…He fell, his competitor ran to kick the ball but he kicked into the air. A flat faced tribeless fellow shouted “these boys are bad players mehn!" “Shhh!" I blurted disgustedly he was non-existent too anyways. The grey vested guy staggered up from his fall, on seeing this, the other boy crawled towards the ball. The grey vested guy stood over him and kicked his belly yelling “Hey guy whatya name?" I frowned, this game needed no violence. The other boy grinned in pain and took advantage of his opponent’s anger, bit him on his calf (the back of the lower leg) and tried to kick the ball, he scored a 0.  A man walks into the field wi...

If I'm walking past you on a Broadway, I wonder what you think of me, what first crosses your mind. “That girl” "she" “her" but I know you won't even wait to hear my name, you are perhaps scared of yourself, or I am the one scared to identify myself that I pass you by without saying hello. In Facebook videos, I've seen coffee shops ask " what is your name" and print it on cups, don't blame me, where I'm from, we don't have cafes everywhere only markets, noise, clothes hanging on a line, hawkers, a saddist TV, wild music, prayers, churches and God up there. Lately, I think I like this place “for now at least”. Again I'm passing by you on a Broadway and I know you can't read my mind because I'm invisible to you and I admit, you are invisible too, not because of a damaged ectoplasm but of the state of your mind. I'd do you a favor, I call you I say “fellow human” come, read the newspaper with me. You wouldn't...

and he loved his hat, more than his shoes, and brushed his moustache willfully willfully gently. Do you want to keep a memory with us, tell us how you feel.  hellojekph@gmail.com  

Hello, Oneness is dutiful . and we are interconnected. (Éyòkan is a Yoruba word meaning "one" ) we want to document how you feel. Send an email to hellojekph@gmail.com

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The vulture jekph features Cherrio "farewell" the arrival of vultures is farewell to happiness. They come to devour to own and exploit and this Jekph portrays the grimness.  Hello, this is Jekphrasa. Visit our blog  Share how you feel with  hellojekph@gmail.com Jekphrasa.blogspot.com

THE CHRISTMAS DANCE  The art of dancing, not the tapping of the feet or vibrating to a rhythm (swift, sharp, a sonorous blue) Not a dance to an outer music. Dancing here, is self made, the music is self-sung. Away from the noise ( let's use a word more sonorous to replace “noise” Yes! hullabaloo, Hocus pocus) You should be in control to lace your world with red and declare “I must be happy”. This artwork started with a puncture and two small red ropes. A puncture after another, a few pulls and a little girl owning her world was created. It is titled “Christmas dance" because of the red colour that matches the season of Christmas. Nevertheless, it transcends beyond Christmas to relate to the Joy we create around us personally and to reminds us that we are in charge of our own happiness. To add to collection or connect with artist email  jlovemhe09@gmail.com

Artwork of the week: A Christmas dance by Olatunbosun Jesunifemi. Visit  Jekphrasa.blogspot.com

It's a may may,  if tomorrow, we wake and there's no little sun on  TV, and the papers menstruate,  padless till they bleed.  it's a may may. - Jesunifemi  Visit  Jekphrasa.blogspot.com