A Break

For some reasons beyond my control, I will be going offline for a few days (hopefully not weeks) from today. I won’t be able to update the blog until such a time until I get the issue resolved. Hopefully it won’t be for too long. If you need me, I’ll still be available to check my email occasionally so you may reach me at kt@ktravula.com. Please vote in my new poll to your right, and tell me what you think.

In the meantime, here are a few old picture posts. Enjoy.

Desertification June 1.

Time Lapse May 3

Defying Gravity November 23

Badagry June 8

Following Lincoln April 29

You should also check out Kiibaati.wordpress.com where a poet is taking new liberties with imagination.

Nomads

These girls can be found all over West Africa, sometimes with little children on their backs. They live on the move, and make a living by begging for money. At the corner of streets you can find their fathers and sometimes husbands, silent and with turbaned heads. The men don’t usually beg, and I doubt that people give them money. The women do however, old and young, without shame. They are multilingual, speaking Hausa, sometimes French, Arabic, and the language of the city in which they live. Most people actually give them money not because of their state but because of their language dexterity. They are not poor, nor diseased. Their conditions are even beyond just being lazy. They are conditioned by a nomadic culture into a life of hedonism. They are nomads.

This girl’s name is Aisha. She’s from Niger, the country on Nigeria’s border to the North. The other girls are her sisters, and all they do is beg for money from travellers. They do so with dignity. They are cheerful and friendly. And tough. No school. No work. Just begging, and sometimes occasional “unwanted” pregnancies. They live tough street lives and are thus exposed to much abuse.

Destination Edwardsville

Once upon a time in a distant land, I packed my bags, said goodbye to my folks and decided that I was going to be away for a few months on a Fulbright programme. It became one of the most interesting decisions of my adult life. I saw the world on my own terms. I fell in love, and wrote poems, and challenged authorities, and danced, and travelled, and did all the things that I wanted to. Most of it. It was a most memorable experience. The theme song of my trip must be either Frank Sinatra’s My Way or Whitney Houston’s One Moment in Time.

In a few weeks time, I’m heading back to Edwardsville for something else, perhaps for a longer time. A true story. I guess the countdown should already begin by now. This time, it is definitely going to be a different experience, don’t you think?

J is for Julius

#Fact. The month of July is named after Julius Caesar who was born in the month, and who gave the world the calendar we use today.

http://hotword.dictionary.com/?p=417?o=15412

10 Reasons to Love Books More than Movies

10. The silence needed to enjoy it.
9. You can rush it and still enjoy it.
8. The feel.
7. You can read it even in the desert
6. The imagination it elicits.
5. You can’t share it, at least not while reading.
4. Words entice
3. Epilogues and prologues.
2. The prefaces
1. More than images, imagination is the best of all.