Of all the luxuries of photography, it is the freedom that it grants to its audience, the freedom to observe with a wealth of interpretation, the reward it gifts those who care to look with the intent of understanding it—that is most appealing.
It must be said, surely it must be said that for a long time I loved very fully, very much and I did not know anything else beyond that.
How much can possibly be said about death and men that leave their families behind to ask awkward questions?
Hear people say you don’t look like you’re from Abakaliki. They say you’re kinda different, did you grow up elsewhere?
You are near yet you are far. The air route is open. The land route is closed. The sea route is closed. The phone lines are pricey. So are the flight tickets for a one-hour flight to Douala.
The world of these photographs is one inhabited by the amorphous. These photographs appear unsure of themselves; they evince a certain uncertainty on their surface, and they do not readily tell us anything, not even a single phrase—which is a given in a world such as this, since shadows do not speak.
Most of the guests were dressed in different forms of white attires; the hall looked like an assembly of celestial bodies.
& because i have no courage to speak about this
They say mother and father named me Peace because they conceived me in the midst of turmoil.
But colour is country.