I grew up with the long grass of the safari, the radiant sun graciously roasting my luxurious skin tone. The thick hair on my head defies forces of gravity, it matches spiral patterns of galaxies far beyond this planet. My eyes do not reflect oceans, but South African mountain ranges painted by God.

Blood of oppression and anger gushes through my veins at the force of the Augrabies Falls. Blood that united us with the common belief of equality, the blood that’s Africa, the artwork.


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