In the West, the proverb see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil means to turn a blind eye to something that is legally or morally wrong. The above is part of a response to a call l took part in 2017 for TedXSkoll. The piece l wrote in 2017 was entitled Speak no EVIL. The phrase Speak…
Category: Creative practice
Nesting
Amai Chii? Mothering, motherhood. What is that. I find it fascinating that most parents agree that parenting is the most difficult, trying, challenging job in the world. I find it equally fascinating that as challenging as it is, it’s a job that comes with an ambiguous job description except one thing. BE PRESENT Whether one…
Cracked
Dearest Laura Apologies for the brief pause in our conversation. I’ve been feeling completely drained and needed to take some time out. The last few days have been busy but replenishing…time spent in my garden and with my husband walking along the beautiful cliffs of Cinque Terra. Sunshine, crashing waves and winds to blow away…
Breathe
The importance of breathing in our lives, is a no brainer. However, there are key moments that literally twists our heads and focus on the act of, the crucial role breathing has in our every living moment. Unlike any other time in our life time there is a global call on all of us to…
Our collaboration
Laura Nyahuye (Maokwo Arts) and Heaven Crawley (Centre for Trust, Peace and Social Relations, Coventry University) are, respectively, an artist and a research professor based in Coventry, UK. Whilst we might appear to have little in common, the COVID-19 lockdown has provided us with an opportunity to draw together our personal and professional experiences in…
Musvo
Model/Artist: Laura Nyahuye Wordsmith: Laura Nyahuye Designer maker: Laura Nyahuye Photographer: John Whitmore
Aluta continua!
Chest tight, lungs starving for air, could not breath, is that the only existence He set before me? Siting on her back watching waiting, waiting for what?.. Hopped off her back, they are watching me, l am watching IT, IT is watching me, Daring me, poking me. As if it was reciting my whole life…
In my garden
In my Garden there are sticks and stones rainbows and parachutes pine trees and pine cones In my garden there are rocks and pebbles snails and rattlesnakes snow and thunder In my garden there are cows and donkeys mice and ants rosebushes and jelly tarts In my garden there are friends and villains raspberry trees…
These lungs
These lungs It’s as if the Felter, handpicked the sheep right from the get go then plucked out every uptight strand of Virgin hair Weaving it Brushing it Kinky curly on a new-born As seconds Gently sway into minutes minutes into hours as the chosen surrender itself into the hands the Felter Chaos coming in…
Break every chain
Model: Tamaira Hesson Wordsmith: Laura Nyahuye Designer maker: Laura Nyahuye Photographer: Taskin Capar
The artist and the prof 