HOME SWEET STREET

Last year, I was hired by an NGO to work on a street children photo-shoot in Biryogo village, Kigali. I took my gear, went to Biryogo. As I was introducing myself to the street children, I heard a raspy-girly voice but I couldn't see any girl among them. Turned out, the bald guy who had spoken was a 13 years old girl. Later on, I started working on this documentary project which highlights the plight of street girls who live on Biryogo street.

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Ain't going home.

In the midst of nowhere, he wondered to find his true self On his way, he made deals with devils. He made love to angels. He carried on. They thought he was lost but truth is: he never wanted to go home. The jungles, the forest, the darkness, the ocean, the unknown. That’s the fun part of his life. He once was pitied and awoken by a snake, he then woke and had it for breakfast He despised cages, norms and rules. He was free, at least he seemed so. In the midst of nowhere, he stumbled and fell Down on his knees, he refused to say a prayer His heart dubious, his mind oblivious His eyes stayed on the watch His soul grew sour, he held on to his bottle He feared being sober, so he made sure he always h...

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Lisa Mona

My Mona Lisa is spoilt; I can see the strokes of dirt on its once beautiful and mysterious smile I can literally see through her, she is not the same. I used to stand in the museum all day long, marveling at her cruel beauty. And she always gave me the impression of looking back at me, wherever I was standing. People would pass by me and say that I am a fool. I knew I wasn’t, she had these incredible Sfumato layers of paint that made her left side stand out. She was in harmony with herself. She was a perfect pentacle, yin & yang in one and that used to turn me on as hell. See, most of the greatest paintings are truly pointless. We struggle trying to give them a meaning and that's their trick. Funn...

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Tales of NKWAYA

Once upon time, in Gasabo was a hunter called NKWAYA. He could not be seen without his bow and shield. He had been catching hyenas and forest rabbits for years, nothing to be proud of. He would always come back at home to find his lovely wife waiting outside, worried. He would give her what he had, her look would ask for more. He would collapse in bed, too exhausted to do his home work. His wife would pray he runs into a lion one day and freak out so badly to despise the forest. She wanted him so badly, she wished he could at least get injured and stay at home for a while. In his dreams, he would be shouting to his dogs to catch the prey. In her dreams, she would be shouting to her gigalo to get it right. F...

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