"The spaces in between
Two minds and all the places they have been
The spaces in between
I tried to put my finger on it"-Stateless (bloodstream)
So whenever i listen to this song it brings back memories like real intense archived thoughts that i dont know where to place.This song was a dedication from a lady i met a year ago round this time period,check the setup Linton Kwesi Johnson ,the African skyline and a amazing supporting band.What more could i ask for! Well it wasnt actually something i was seeking or anticipating but there is always fly sistas at live shows.Can you say Amen!There she was in front of the stage absorbed in the music,there i was backstage taking photos and enjoying my view from a different angle.She waved and smiled i bowed my head acknowledging her presence.........we never got to connected at that event.Three months passed and one day i saw this very face one a friends facebook she was tagged in one picture,all i had to do was tell my friend "say hi to that lady and give her this picture please",as open discussions on social platforms have become such a norm it was no big surprise when she added me on facebook.A month passed and i was on my way to Grahamstown to visit my friend and also formally introduce myself and my whole being to this lady.We had long talks about music,drama (she was a drama student) my beard etc etc. in the few months we bonded shared alot of laughs cultural education (she was half Polish half Tswana) she found it crazy that im Coloured ( what was i suppose to be).She was also a amazing singer when i say amazing please trust my word on that.A few months passed we really bonded but i told her i cant give her any commitment my heart is still broken over someone and i wouldnt want to give her a small piece of me.............the last month before she was due to write her final exam we stopped communicating,i guess it was a space that is so uncertain i felt i was giving her time to focus on her exam.Its been a month and we had no contact the very day i decided to send her a note via facebook was the day i came across the R.I.P messages on her facebook wall.She died that morning at 2 a.m with four other girls in a car accident.You cant even frame your reaction,is this for real! am i dreaming
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- Avid music lover thats been involved in local scene marketing,managing,promoting and spreading culture through arts.Keen photographer whose interest are photojournalism.Worked on radio,websites and various community projects.Invited as guest speaker to Stanford University in 2004.Feb 2007 Spoke at New York University,California Lutheran University,Michigan University and The African Museum in San Francisco.I have worked on several web projects aimed at bridging cultural gaps one such project was with Fundacio la caixa a digital library hosted in Barcelona,Spain,so in between web browsing and image blogging im constantly seeking ideas to create debate and exchange







