Showing posts with label art. Show all posts
Showing posts with label art. Show all posts

Sunday, June 7, 2026

Another coloniser in a hoodie


Day 6 #Winterabc26 
Africa and AI — The continent’s place in the global AI conversation

I was born in an era,
Where art held history 
In secret!
For every word,
Reflected the truth
That was hidden to nakedeye.

I was born in an era
Where an artist,
Painted pain & joy
In brush strokes.
For their words & vision
Were never expressed in a prompt.

I was born in an era,
Where a computer
Was just another tool.
Now we live in an era
Where the same is a storyteller
Distorting the rhythm of the art.

I was born in an era
Where the pen that bled on paper
Reflected the heart of where I reign from.
Where words spoken!
Weren't just another piece of information
Generated by a cloud without emotions.

I was born in an era
Where art was a revolution
Holding society accountable
Of the past mistakes culture deemed normal.
Yet now!
The truth is never splashed on walls anymore.

There is no way to escape the movement that have come. While some of the veins that made art enjoyable have now been snatched by machines. We aught to learn to embrace the tech to improve how we craft our art. This could be a plus, but however because most this machines don't reign from Africa, they might distort the meaning of our art. This due to the fact that there training wheels was done by someone who fail to understand the rhythm of the cradle of creation. Due to our inability to beat them we have to embrace before we get left on the sidelines, wondering who is telling bour stories anymore. Before we also lose out on the ability to paint history in our own words. This due to the fact that history has never been told by historians in it's truthfulness but by artist who hide the truth in plain sight. Take for instance the great authors to come from Africa the likes of Tsitsi Dangarembga, Chenua Achebe etc.

Wednesday, November 20, 2024

Echoes in Oblivion

Glossing silence over my lips,
Staring into oblivion's bliss,
Trolled by creeping thoughts
Meandering through the cerebral hallways 
I watched time in disbelief.

Having painted a couple of words
Without a crown to endorse
Pouring a wishing well portion 
Hoping fairies to pull a Cinderella
Trumping the trolls incharge.


I spilled my poison into her ear
Hoping to recover my smitten heart
In doubt, of what was to be
As her beauty had me twisted in blues
Praying for the cupid arrow not to miss.

Piped into ground
Misstepping to the feast
My soul wondered in the wild
Seeking an anchor home
Waiting her reply to zone me in.

Tuesday, July 2, 2024

Veins of Art





To those of us who splash words on paper
Who fears the stroke of the brush
As they paint what we hide & fear the most
Seeing the ink dry to cast a spell.

Before the world devours our soul
Vowed in syllables of fueling feelings construct
That keep chasing after our smiles
Yet with our tears, we paint art perfect.

So, we stand disallowed 
Scrubbing fear on canvas
Just to resale our grief
Molded into a rainbow bowtie
Excogitated to mean well.