Tuesday, March 9, 2010


A fragment of a century ago the anonymous artist met the invisible narrator in a land that wallowed in colonialism. The invisible narrator hailed from a land that believed in endowing the masses with power, whilst shunning the contemporary model of democracy. The anonymous artist was a defective product of assimilation - shackled on a fictitious island that made an art out of intimidation.

Their meeting defied the mundane rhetoric to create a symphony that reeked of dissonance, according to the institutions that thrived on creating a society built on norms. Throughout the absence created by vengeance, the invisible narrator and the anonymous artist hastened to create an identity that could not be manipulated by need, recognised parody for the miserable exploitation that it embodied, and defied the stillness imposed by justice by eliminating borders to wander within the essence of creation.

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