I woke up and realized that it was my last weekend in America after 4 and a half months. What a thrilling journey it has been after being offered one of the 8 International Artists in Residency at the prestigious McColl Center for Art + Innovation under the sphere of Environment. Today, am grateful to God who blessed me with a talent worth sharing, friends that become family especially for one that grew up with parents except for my beautiful 3 sisters. Sitting in this condo, watching down the swimming pool,Adjacent the double storeyed studio space (FYI:I do not have this at home) thinking about all the amazing people I have met and touched and who brought so much energy back. Today, I wont mention names. If you have followed my escapades and projects pictures. I thank you all and will go home with a lot of LOVE. It was and will always be about LOVE. How do I tell tons of youth back home that I inspire that it is not that easy in America? How do I explain that when I walk out of this beautiful Art building, there are people homeless and hungry? How do I even say that majority are black and living in poverty? How do I explain all this craziness of people having too much that some do not realise but keep wanting for more? How do I explain that once I walk on the street, and I see police, it is worth than seeing or being stopped by a police officer in Kampala City who I know will ask for a bribe of water for his family? (Do I not realize the difference between a corrupt govt and a democratic one?. They say your an artist, it is useless to be one, lest it is worth studying arts courses in my country) I brought out my last confessions to for it is believed that the grass is greener on the other side but every country has its own problems. A number of our youth are suffering as slaves in developed countries, somebody MUST come out and talk about this. American dream is over thought, it only works for the determined with focus and drive. How do I say my African name without sounding like a muse, you know you have harder names that you expect me to pronounce with ease. I have not seen ipads or laptops on the streets for free so forgive my inbox if this comes clear, Work work work!!!!!! for nothing comes free. Lastly, to the lasting friendships on this journey and looking forward to welcoming many of my American friends to the pearl of Africa for it is been an honour to welcome me in your communities, in your homes and I shall revenge. Peace and Love. UBUNTU LIVES ON.
Posted on: Sat, 13 Sep 2014 12:26:31 +0000
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