strokes of superstition

we arrived on site at 11:30am. the beerhall seemed quiet as though nothing had changed. well nothing had. the group split up to do community research. we handed out flyers in a search for skills and contact details. it surprised me that some people were hostile – they seemed to be the elders. i guess this was superstition and fallacy more than hostility. they had a reluctance to share information, particularly regarding the events leading up to the incidents of 1976. photographs seemed to be scarce and not ever publicized.

lunch was at 1pm at the library. the noise of the taxis was distracting and intense. the space we gathered in always seemed so cold and uncomfortable.

while sticking up the weekly kwa thema pages, we met artist, nico phooka. nico was instantly appealing and so stylish. he was enthusiastic and vibrant, so willing and positive about our projects. he told us of his work in kwa thema and his notes and strokes ventures. we all felt so encouraged. he filled out our flyer.

the sun was blazing. we headed out, pasting the pages on the way.