Archive for photo ops

delivered!

So, promised and delivered. Even more new pictures on the Characters page. Enjoy! Let me know which ones you like and what you think.

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OH yeah! More pictures!!

More pictures from a recent foray into rural Zambia. Can’t lie, I now have new favorites. I went with my friends and took some pictures around their farm and later when I showed them the pictures, they were quite surprised and wanted copies.

It’s cool to be able to show people a familiar place in a new light!

so far I’ve just uploaded on the clouds and trees page but more characters coming soon.

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to a square and wholly unattractive house

Today I returned to the house that I used to live in. The place that I had called home for many years, several years ago. It all seems familiar and yet quite foreign. My dogs are gone, dead I hear, replaced by new dogs that don’t know me but are friendly nonetheless. Now their primary occupation is to be guard dogs, so they really shouldn’t be friendly, but I am not complaining.

As I look around, there are remnants of my past life littered about. Some dusty and forgotten. Others used, abused and now discarded and still others, tenets of the lives that now claim this building as theirs. This square wholly unattractive establishment, that for a time was home to me.

It is hard to process and enunciate my feelings concerning the changes. It is as though life has carried on in my absence and my eight years here has made no mark. It’s left no lasting impression, no artifact from the hive of activity that surrounded this house. No memories of my coming of age in this square box, that looked like it was dropped from the sky.

For a while there, when my mother had returned to Nigeria and it was my father and I here at home, I was the woman of the house. I was the manager and I was the keeper. But that time is up, and this boxed house needs me no more. I loved, in truth still love this house, ugliness and all. It was here that I embraced myself. Here that I became me. Here that knows me no more.

It is hard to be a forgotten; a tough pill to swallow that you are no longer remembered and you no longer matter. Perhaps this but a reflection of life itself. Through life’s seasons, places come and go, people come and go, and we can only hope that in the brief window of opportunity that we have to share together, you can make me better and honor of all honors, I can make you better. This I hope for.

Accepting now that my season with this house is over, I know that it has made me better and I hope that despite the lack of evidence, I have in some small way made it better. Though I may never know. After all can a house, a building change? Nonetheless, I am grateful for the opportunity to come back, to pay my respects, homage to this square, ugly building that helped make me the person that I am proud to be today. Thank you.

 

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Still square and wholly unattractive, once my home.

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on a roll

even more new pictures “of clouds and trees” [https://inkyenzambie.wordpress.com/in-pictures-of-trees-and-clouds/].

Enjoy!

P.S. Please let me know what you think!

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more pictures!

I’ve posted some more pictures on the “characters” page check them out here: https://inkyenzambie.wordpress.com/in-pictures-characters/

enjoy!

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video

I’m off to bed.

After several hours and tries, I was able to get a video up on facebook. It is of a zambian dance troupe, performing a number that is rather sentimental for me. You should be able to view it here.

bon nuit!

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about pictures

I’ve posted some pictures (a few) but it’s a bit tedious the method I’m using and so I’ll work on putting them in a slide show and hopefully posting them to the site.

If I wake up early enough tomorrow then I’ll post about our first day of filming today.

iNky.

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